It gets tiresome poring over picture after picture and profile after oddly similar profile on match.com. I send winks. I send quick emails. I receive a few, some of which I respond to, but most of which I ignore.
I calculate a 10% response rate.
I get bored.
Then I get a random “like” – you know, like on Facebook. Someone has “liked” my profile picture and posted a comment to me: “What a gorgeous smile!”
Well, flattery will get you everywhere, especially when you’re a handsome, successful, upper-40’s male who likes theater and wine. I decide to overlook that in his profile picture, he’s wearing a turtleneck sweater of the sort that went out with Dieter and his monkey. I’ve always had a weakness for eurotrash. There, I said it.
So I reply with a polite Thank You and an inquiry about his wine activities.
He replies the next day explaining that he volunteers at a winery, and would I like to share my radiant smile with him over a glass of wine, perhaps?
Sure, I reply. I suggest some dates.
And though I can see he logs in to match daily, that is the last I heard from him.