It seems that the future of dating is here and its name is legion, for we are many! Actually, it‘s ‘online dating‘. If you’re a shy person who doesn’t get out much or someone who’s already exhausted the shallow pool of singles in your area, or if you just live in a small backwoods community in the hills where it turns out the only eligible females in the town are your blood relatives, then online dating might be your bag. Really, it’s even good for normal people in normal sized towns who want to increase their chances of finding that special someone without leaving the couch or putting on pants. I know of at least 5 couples that have met online and developed person to person relationships, some of them arguably normal, and even though only 2 of these couples are still together, online dating seems to be an effective means of getting people together. It’s a technological matchmaker.
Heretofore, the cultivation of personal social skills, mono a mono action (not fencing), was needed to just get into conventional dating, and for those of us poor single saps who are past our golden college years, there’s a decrease in premium opportunities to practice and keep these dating skills sharp unless you’ve mastered the barhopping scene or don’t mind risking the HR problems at work. Online dating opens up your options incredibly.
One of my friends, we’ll call him Yorick, recently had a rewarding relationship that started on a non-dating social networking site that we’ll call Ego Air (like no one will decode that). He only got onto the site after his sister set up a profile for him as a surprise, so this dating relationship was a happy accident because he wasn‘t looking to date. He felt disinclined to put himself out there until he’d taken care of a few personal issues first which caused him low self-esteem and periodic melancholy (He has a weirdly-shaped head. I think it‘s fine.). Yorick was only looking for old friends online and had little notion to date, but it was through these old school friends that he was introduced to a lovely young lady who still had most of her teeth. They dated a few months and, though the person to person relationship didn’t quite work as well as it had online, they had a good time and learned a lot from the experience. Sure. Let’s be optimistic (Alas, poor Yorick. See, that‘s why I used the name.).
I may even try the online dating thing myself sometime. Or not. I’d probably use one of those scientific dating sites with the quizzes and personality assessments, so there‘d be some pretense of choosiness to back up my own weird standards. Of course, I‘d have to study up to find out which sites are better and how best to interact with female humans online.
However, because I’m a coward and currently unprepared for the world of online dating, and possibly the other kinds, I’ll have to defer to the experience of another friend, Gregg. My buddy Gregg has been dating online for a few years now and has met dozens, nay, scores of prospects from all over the world through several dating sites, though it seems many of the girls, especially from Ukraine or Nigeria, often just want money (I‘m sure there are plenty of fine, upstanding young ladies from these wonderful countries who aren’t asking for money (upfront) and don’t want to be lumped with the others, but, whoomp, there it is.).
These women are quick to profess their love and just need some financial assistance for their visa fees or travel arrangements or to pay their hospital bills from that terrible plane crash in the blizzard with Buddy Holly, The Big Bopper and that guy who sang “La Bamba“. Despite these needy few, Gregg enjoys dating online and seems casual about it, making good friendships. He hasn’t paid any visa fees. Yet. He’s even met one or two of the young ladies in person, though the relationships haven’t gone further. Maybe one will stick for him at some point. I hope so. He’s a super guy. Nicely-shaped head.
Gregg inspires me to think that I should get back in the game again, but I still feel a bit cautious about online dating. Or calling it ’the game’, because that‘s a hugely dorky sounding name which should be expunged from all communication. I may stick with the mono a mono stuff. I hear HR is more lenient this year, so there you go.
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