Nov. 5, 2003: Laying out the welcome Matt
Not a lot going on when I logged on this morning. No replies from Jeff or Mark in MM—maybe they didn't care for me throwing down the gauntlet? What can I say—I was weary of the protracted, going-nowhere exchange of empty, one- or two-line emails. So be it. Unfortunately, nothing from Ed either. That would have been nice.
No word from Dylan the Soulful, since I turned over my digits. The girls are coming over tonight for wine, Mexican food, and TV—let's hope he doesn't call then.
A new Yahoo email came in from a guy named Matt. He's only 29 but assured me he'll be 30 next month—hey, buddy, it's not a problem for me if it isn't for you, especially since you're 6'6”. He describes himself in his email as "tall, attractive, fit, funny and passionate," but he doesn't post a photo. He is liberal and not sure about kids, writes well, and we have similar interests; on the other hand, he lives with roommates. Still, it can't hurt to reply and ask for a photo. As he said in his profile, "no pressure."
Surprisingly, Barry replied to my email from yesterday. He apologized for not getting back to me, blaming a busy week. Uh huh. He said he's headed out of town this weekend to South Carolina for a niece's birthday "tea," and asked if I had any big weekend plans. I received the email while at my volunteer gig and didn't reply until I came home. Commented on the running weather in South Carolina, called him a mint julep kind of guy (versus tea), and, most importantly, told him to let me know if he's still interested in getting together. All the subtlety of a brick over the head, I know, but I just want to know one way or the other. No response, no interest. If he is interested, he can drop a quick line to that effect. Simple enough. No fuss, no muss.
A friend just sent me an email about how someone in her office came across another co-worker's profile in Match. Needless to say, they were mocking out the guy. I guess I can't blame them, but I also can't help feeling like that's violating the person's privacy. I mean, it's not easy to put yourself out there like that. Even though it's right out on the Internet, it's still personal information. You're making yourself very vulnerable and it sucks to think about other people laughing it up at your expense. That's why, when the guys from MU emailed me, I just told my college friends about receiving the emails but didn't pass along their profiles or reveal their usernames (my friends are crafty—armed with the usernames, they would have hunted the guys down in cyberspace like hounds after a fox).
Matt has replied already and is cool with sending a photo. He moved to Chicago eight months ago because most of his friends are here trying to start a theatre company. Hmmm … theatre people, I don't know. He also asked if I've had any luck on the service yet. Not unless you count getting yanked around by a confused recent divorcee and a few one-and-out auditions. If his photo is okay, I might just propose a drink right away. The cut-to-the-chase mood is clinging to me like cat hair.
Matt's photo is actually a group shot. He says he's lost 25 pounds since then and promises me he is "POSITIVE" I would be pleased by meeting him in person. Awfully sure of himself, especially for a guy with a goatee and a receding hairline (those two physical traits go together a disproportionate amount of the time, I've noticed). He also wrote the following, which I pretty much agree with:
"My opinion is that if you like my pic, we should meet for a drink. I think there is only so much you can learn through e-mail. I would much rather be sitting in a casual bar over a drink getting to know you. That's the only way you keep from setting up unrealistic expectations and also the only way to find out if there is any chemistry."
So now, about an hour or two since our first contact, I have an audition tomorrow night with Matt. At least it keeps me on my one-a-week pace. And, according to Yahoo, we're each five-heart matches for each other—nothing doesn't match, as far as what we've indicated we're looking for in a match.
No word from Dylan the Soulful, since I turned over my digits. The girls are coming over tonight for wine, Mexican food, and TV—let's hope he doesn't call then.
A new Yahoo email came in from a guy named Matt. He's only 29 but assured me he'll be 30 next month—hey, buddy, it's not a problem for me if it isn't for you, especially since you're 6'6”. He describes himself in his email as "tall, attractive, fit, funny and passionate," but he doesn't post a photo. He is liberal and not sure about kids, writes well, and we have similar interests; on the other hand, he lives with roommates. Still, it can't hurt to reply and ask for a photo. As he said in his profile, "no pressure."
Surprisingly, Barry replied to my email from yesterday. He apologized for not getting back to me, blaming a busy week. Uh huh. He said he's headed out of town this weekend to South Carolina for a niece's birthday "tea," and asked if I had any big weekend plans. I received the email while at my volunteer gig and didn't reply until I came home. Commented on the running weather in South Carolina, called him a mint julep kind of guy (versus tea), and, most importantly, told him to let me know if he's still interested in getting together. All the subtlety of a brick over the head, I know, but I just want to know one way or the other. No response, no interest. If he is interested, he can drop a quick line to that effect. Simple enough. No fuss, no muss.
A friend just sent me an email about how someone in her office came across another co-worker's profile in Match. Needless to say, they were mocking out the guy. I guess I can't blame them, but I also can't help feeling like that's violating the person's privacy. I mean, it's not easy to put yourself out there like that. Even though it's right out on the Internet, it's still personal information. You're making yourself very vulnerable and it sucks to think about other people laughing it up at your expense. That's why, when the guys from MU emailed me, I just told my college friends about receiving the emails but didn't pass along their profiles or reveal their usernames (my friends are crafty—armed with the usernames, they would have hunted the guys down in cyberspace like hounds after a fox).
Matt has replied already and is cool with sending a photo. He moved to Chicago eight months ago because most of his friends are here trying to start a theatre company. Hmmm … theatre people, I don't know. He also asked if I've had any luck on the service yet. Not unless you count getting yanked around by a confused recent divorcee and a few one-and-out auditions. If his photo is okay, I might just propose a drink right away. The cut-to-the-chase mood is clinging to me like cat hair.
Matt's photo is actually a group shot. He says he's lost 25 pounds since then and promises me he is "POSITIVE" I would be pleased by meeting him in person. Awfully sure of himself, especially for a guy with a goatee and a receding hairline (those two physical traits go together a disproportionate amount of the time, I've noticed). He also wrote the following, which I pretty much agree with:
"My opinion is that if you like my pic, we should meet for a drink. I think there is only so much you can learn through e-mail. I would much rather be sitting in a casual bar over a drink getting to know you. That's the only way you keep from setting up unrealistic expectations and also the only way to find out if there is any chemistry."
So now, about an hour or two since our first contact, I have an audition tomorrow night with Matt. At least it keeps me on my one-a-week pace. And, according to Yahoo, we're each five-heart matches for each other—nothing doesn't match, as far as what we've indicated we're looking for in a match.
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