I have been doing the internet dating thing for about a month, a few observations and truths such as they are. I have been doing the e mail conversations, and on one site questions back and forth. I have come to the conclusion that truth is relative a relative thing in the cyber space of on line dating. There are people that put their wish list down, where they would be, what they would have done if life would have been a little different. Who is going to call them on it. Reality always rears it ugly head though, it comes time to meet and talk, and the truth will some how come out. If you are two hundred pounds slim you are not, even if you where two fifty last month.
I just read a study that woman take three years off there age, men add two inch’s to their height , and twenty pound from their weight. It is all self defeating, every thing becomes self evident.
What has made me so cynical? What has case me to examine so closely if there is truth anywhere on these sites. Let me tell you about X and myself. I was the recipient of a smile or wink from X. She liked my profile sent me a nice e mail giving all the things that she thought we had in common, on the surface all seemed well. We carried on an e mail conversation daily for over a couple of weeks. There seemed to be a few blanks , or questions not answered, no alarm bells at the time though. Her pictures where of a very attractive slim blonde, looked like she had a sense of style. You can accuse me of being shallow, I am guilty . We chose our mates or partners which ever you prefer, on which ever visual that is pleasing or acceptable to us.
I have a problem with e mail conversation, I miss the verbal cues and the body language, that a face to face conversation has. I began by suggesting that we meet, soon. There were schedule problems with X, no time that I suggested seemed to fit. More e mail conversations nightly. I offered X to pick a time and place and I would work around her times and issues, still no time seemed to work out. I finally told X that there could not be any long involved e mail conversations till we met. Finally a date and time where chosen. The day of the meeting, a e mail about a family emergency and could we rearrange? There where times set and called off for the next two weeks. Long e mails about her day and lots of questions about mine. Lots of time and effort on my part, as well as hers. Some where along the way, things did not feel right, was I just paranoic ? Another meeting was arranged after much insistence on my part.
I had arranged a meeting at a little wine bar that I like to go to, good wines by the glass, a little Jazz in the background pleasant, upscale well known, would appear to be a safe place to X to meet me. I came a tad early. never keep a lady waiting. I ordered a glass of Sancerre, and waited and waited. I as starting to get annoyed about three quarters of and hour past the time set to met. I was looking done at my watch, when I heard my name I looked up expecting to see X. It was not X, at least not the X’s pictures on the site. Blonde she was not, slim was bypassed by about seventy five pounds. She told me that she was indeed X.
To make this all ready long story short, the details. The pictures where of a girl friend, she knew nothing about opera, had never been. Other details sketchy. She was hoping that if she could converse with someone long enough, that this someone fall in love could accept, or something on those lines for who she was. We had a painful conversation that I could not wait to be over. I informed her that there would be no further meetings or e mails. To add insult to injury she asked if at least if wc could carry on our e mail conversation. In amazement I asked what whould be the end result of , or the reason for it. Apparently I was her new boyfriend. My e mails where usefull to say what her new guy was doing, to her friends. I declined her offer, and wished her well, paid the bill. Appropriatley is was raining outside. So I question how much truth there is, three years off the age, two inches from your height, whatever. But the truth all ways wins.
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