As many are soon to know, I joined a dating site about 2 months ago when I got back to San Francisco from my Summer in NYC. It was something a friend had a lot of luck with and I didn’t see the harm in trying it out (still don’t, despite the story I’m about to tell..) Anyway, I went on a few very nice dates, although I can’t say the forum of meeting someone online works well for me personally. Mostly I get messages from neurotic, hopeless romantics who write waaaay too much about themselves and make bold claims about why I should date them even though they’re only 1 out of 5 of my listed requirements: reserved, tall, confident, logical and happy. I don’t know what it was exactly about how I described what I was looking for, but I was paired with rugged, 28 year-old outdoors men who recently relocated to the Bay Area from Connecticut or New York that worked in start-up technology companies. They were all self-proclaimed “gentlemen” who opened doors and claimed to enjoy pinot grigio and a nice day sailing on the Bay. Anyway, I didn’t believe them for a second. They either wanted sex or a loving wife, as male nature would have it. I’m too young for this bullshit. So I stopped going on the website, but I still receive messages from guys and I haven’t closed down my account mainly because I see no reason to. I might enjoy their pandering on my low-key weekends.
I got a message today that went something like,
“I feel like I know you… like I’ve had a crush on you since kindergarden…”
From, wouldn’t you know it, my kindergarden “boyfriend”. I’ve been caught on a dating site by my kindergarden boyfriend who I will, someday, wind up talking to at a High School reunion, and who still has lots of friends in my small home town.
Looking forward to avoiding Mr. Kindergarden in Sonoma this holiday season.