I’ve been trying to determine the first time I ever opened an online dating account and as far as I can tell it was in 2003 when I created a profile on Yahoo Personals.
I vaguely remember browsing for free and coming across a profile that intrigued me, which of course meant I had to put down some cash to send a message to whatever vexing minx shared my lack of social skills.
I don’t drink, so I don’t hang out in bars or any other the other places you might typically find other single folks. Furthermore, many of them browse anonymously so they don’t even appear in the visitor lists of the men they check it.
My interests skew towards the geriatric; I’ll take a lovely cup of tea over a rock concert ten times out of ten. You can see how this could create problems and why dating websites seemed like a good solution to them. Women treat dating websites like coffee shop windows; merely a portal to peruse the selection from a safe distance. I don’t think I’ll ever understand how it’s annoying if a man asks you personal questions at a bar, but if no men message you on a dating website you feel dejected. This is what I meant by peering through the coffee shop window. There are exceptions, two of them being my sisters who each pursued the men they love.
So, the people on the site aren’t necessarily the cream of the crop and women won’t message me.
Over the years I’ve had a number of wonderful relationships with people I’ve met online, but none of them have lasted any significant amount of time. Maybe it’s coincidence or perhaps meeting someone online just doesn’t have the romantic ingredient that seems to be missing from my hot and meaty stew of love.
I like a relationship to be a story that you can tell someone, and I could never imagine the beginning of that story being “we met on datingsite.com”.
We met through mutual friends, clicked immediately, and just started hanging out.
Things developed and I think I could marry this one.