I’ll kick this off, I suppose. Hi kids, I’m Laney. After learning I’d be one of the new Cali BradshawS, I delved head first into the spirit of this blog and decided to give this online dating thing a try. I know, I’m a little late on the bandwagon, but that’s because until I opened my mind for a week, I’d been staunchly against it. Mostly, because I had a fear of being creepy. Sounds weird, I know, but I didn’t like the idea of window shopping my future relationships. Or the idea of beginning said relationships via something digital called a “wink,” even if everyone else is doing it. Inheriting this blog was that little extra push I needed… so I signed up.
I promised myself three things:
1) I would actively participate all week.
2) I would respond to anyone who met my big three criteria. (I’ve been told that being too picky is the downfall of most Match-ers)
3) I would meet (at least) one of these ya-hoos in real life.
One free-trial week later…
I spent seven days perusing, winking (eye roll) and emailing, and I hated it…. perhaps the fact that I just called these people “ya-hoos” should have been some foreshadowing. I’ll admit, it was quite flattering to open an inbox full of emails and smiley faces, but it was, indeed, super weird and unnatural.
I, very misguidedly, tricked myself into thinking online dating would open me up to a world of awesome people that I was somehow missing out on because of my routine or bar preferences. In reality, it sort of just opened me up to the people I’d successfully, (and purposely) avoided dating off-line. No match.com, I do NOT want to date someone who has children. It’s, as you say, a deal breaker.
My Match.com date
I did keep all my promises, however. Found myself a nice, single, straight, baby-less man (with an accent to boot!) to go out with. The long and short of that story is that when he picked me up for our second outing, he parked literally right outside my house before texting to say “I can’t find your house.” I went out to get him, he scoffed at me “you’re not ready,” and proceeded to become seriously agitated when I kicked his butt at mini-golf. Winner.
As for now, I’m back to off-line dating, where the pool again feels shallow (…soon I’ll tell you about my egregiously long dry spell).
XOH5 (that’s hugs, kisses and high fives),