Novice DatePost 3: Logging On
Logging on was a little like going to pub, but instead of furtively glancing at who is sitting at the bar, I could stare blatantly. I could squint and frown as I tried to make out the details in their chosen images. I could laugh out loud or sigh with woe at the guys who clearly held their mobile phones or digital cameras in front of them to capture each of their three chins. I wondered why they decided to offer up probably their most unflattering poses for all to see. After all, these online meeting sites are public bulletin boards, places for advertising, for attracting attention to oneself, not fending it off.
It seemed that all the men that lived within reach of that small country village, where I had listed my abode, had sniffed out my profile and made contact. Smiles at this stage, but nevertheless, it seemed that the new girl in town had all the locals talking. I read the first smiling man’s profile and thought about my options. I could send a smile back or a ‘no thanks’. He was looking for a ‘loving person interested in a permanent long-term relationship’. I had explicitly written that I was looking for an email buddy, someone to chat with. Somehow I think he overlooked that critical piece of information. It took a fraction of a second to decide that smiling back was not going to happen, but somehow I did not seem to have the heart to send a ‘no thanks’. It just seemed too harsh so instead I decided to allow his cyber-smile to just drift out there with all the other unanswered emails and unread websites that float around in cyberspace. I did that same with the next one and the next and the next and the next…
It seemed that all the men that lived within reach of that small country village, where I had listed my abode, had sniffed out my profile and made contact. Smiles at this stage, but nevertheless, it seemed that the new girl in town had all the locals talking. I read the first smiling man’s profile and thought about my options. I could send a smile back or a ‘no thanks’. He was looking for a ‘loving person interested in a permanent long-term relationship’. I had explicitly written that I was looking for an email buddy, someone to chat with. Somehow I think he overlooked that critical piece of information. It took a fraction of a second to decide that smiling back was not going to happen, but somehow I did not seem to have the heart to send a ‘no thanks’. It just seemed too harsh so instead I decided to allow his cyber-smile to just drift out there with all the other unanswered emails and unread websites that float around in cyberspace. I did that same with the next one and the next and the next and the next…
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