Here I am – single. I haven’t been single in over 20 years, and now I’m single in a small town. There are some advantages to living in a small town, being single is not one of them. “The odds of finding someone single are good but the goods are odd” is frequently whispered around town. Great – what do I do now? The last time I was single was in college. Back then the usually places to find a date was at the bar or maybe in class. While I could still meet a guy that way, he probably would not be my type, namely someone older than twenty or even thirty-something.
Now with the age of technology, on-line dating provides a solution to my dilemma. The number of on-line dating sites is vast making the process of knowing where to start even more challenging. Like with any journey it only takes one step and why not chose the most popular site used – Match.com. For a woman, Match.com is equivalent to shopping for a pair of shoes at the Design Shoe Warehouse. Instead of being happily inundated by row after row of shoes, you are overwhelmed by an endless sea of men eagerly awaiting your attention.
Joining Match was easy. A profile is created that summarizes your interests, likes, dislikes, and what type of guy you are looking for. I like to refer to this part of the profile as “all about me”. There are also standard questions such age, income, profession, faith, body type, and relationship status that one could answer. Choices for relationship status included single, divorce, widowed, or it’s complicated. It’s complicated – “really” I muttered while raising an eyebrow?
Being on Match was not as easy. Hour after hour was spent scanning profile after profile of men between the ages 38 to 55. Some profiles had pictures, some did not. I had to wonder why a guy would not post a photo of himself. Was he hiding something? And why would I want to see a picture of their truck or motorcycle or them standing next to their truck or motorcycle? Yes, these were the questions that would pop into my mind as I scanned profile after profile. Some men had easy to read and enjoyable “all about me” sections while others were comparable to a “War and Peace” novel. I tended to skip over those lengthy profiles as I mentally said “next”.
Soon the winks and emails come flooding into my inbox. In the beginning the attention was great. Then it quickly became overwhelming. I seriously thought about getting a personal assistant to help answer each email or wink received. Like the profiles, the length of the emails varied. I preferred the emails that were succinct and clever rather than the “War and Peace” novel. After reading over twenty emails and emptying a very large glass of wine, I pushed myself back in my chair and wondered what had I just gotten myself into. Oh yes, I’m single and have been sucked into the world of on-line dating.