In fact, didn’t even really want to eat, and asked me that before sitting down, setting off the beginning of the warning bells, which continued to ding off as we munched away at our salads.I’d thought he was Australian (as he’d said he’d recently moved here from Sydney), he was actually Canadian like me, but that’s where our similarities ended.Meeting for a drink near the Canal de l’Ourcq on a sunny afternoon, the setting was perfect. Things started off well enough, but since over email he’d called me out for not reading over his profile well enough (I was starting to lose track of the minute details of all these guys), I’d gone back to check it quickly and noticed he listed a hobby as a rare form of martial arts, so I used this as a conversation topic.He proceeded to force me to guess, yes force (verbally), the various moves from which you can knock out a competitor during a match. Me in his guessing game, and him as a dating contender.I wasn’t going to be some side gig, so I promptly blocked his profile. It was with one of the first guys to write me as well, and with a quick look at his profile, though I didn’t think he was my type, he looked fun and he lived not too far from me so we met up for a drink late the Saturday afternoon. So when checking out profiles, I had to learn to not just eye up our percentage match and his photo, which certainly instigated be to click on someone’s profile, but the rest also had to be carefully scrutinized.The poor thing wasn’t exactly like his funky-fun-loving-looking photos; he was shaking, having trouble speaking and not very cool at all… Looking back at both, our match percentage was actually only around 70-75%. He just wasn’t the profile I would normally choose nor get along with… For example, occasionally, a profile would pass the photo and high percentage rate, then upon clicking into their profile, a suspicious relationship status would catch my eye, or alas sometimes I wouldn’t even notice right away! The first guy, , was a little on the young side, however, from the photos he looked cute and we started emailing back and forth.
My journey on the virtual Love Boat was not necessarily smooth, but I survived its rocky waters with some useful lessons… Even outside of a work context, I can’t seem to take off my work project manager hat, so I sat down and made a plan to attack my online dating mission.
and he replied that he’d thought “casual dating” was a classier euphemism for this. This time with a Doctorate, that definitely didn’t make him smart in dating.
He awkwardly flagged down the waiter, who, in typical French style, took forever to bring us the bill, stretching out the anguish. Both these mathematicians could go work for this dating website, which seemed to have a problem with both simple math, some of my matches were with people to whom I had a 50% match, my favorite being a 54% match and a 50% enemy…
I would learn to be more selective, with some more trial and error. The day after my depressing first date, I confessed to Sassy that I’d opened up a dating profile and over apéro we browsed my “quick matches” and “liked” a bunch of profiles. It turned out that three had already “liked” me too. Once again, I shouldn’t have based seeing him because we’d “liked” each other.
Part of the problem of was that while I really had skimmed over his profile text, not carefully enough and I seemed to forget he was … Sassy persuaded me with a “you have nothing to lose! I got a feeling from the emailing that we mightn’t actually connected and in person this was made even more apparent.