We all know someone, or know someone who knows someone, or heard about someone who met their perfect partner on Match.com. That's why we all say, "Why not?;" "That's great!;" "If I were single, I would totally do that...;" "I'm being proactive in a new social environment...." And, all of these things are true; however, not all of us are as lucky as Carla on Top Chef (but we all hope).
While I do not want to demean some of the people I have met on Match....yikes... think pep-talks to myself in the bathroom; too many cocktails; too few cocktails; supremely awkward conversation; that sinking feeling of impending doom...
When you look through profiles you look for a reason to count someone out. When you decide to meet someone you look for a reason to see them again. Neither system is fool-proof.
I've gone through a number of different moods about Match. When I first started, the timing was right and I got lucky. It seemed like the possibilities were endless, but a wise friend warned me that the beginning is the brightest - boy oh boy was she right... I was naive and over confident. Beboppin' around town talking about how much fun Match is; it's how dating should be; both parties get that it's a date and want to be there, you get to try fun restaurants, do new things, meet interesting people...
When I came back to Match after a two month hiatus I returned to a very different world. I had forgotten that the algorithms that match you need feedback; when left to their own devices the prospects are bleak. It was depressing - I couldn't believe this is what the internet and Atlanta had to offer. After a few weeks prospects improved, but here I am trying to navigate the narrow line between confidence and self-doubt, optimism and pessimism, nerd and dweeb...
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