In Jeans or a Dress: Misadventures in Online Dating

Follow the ups and downs of one woman's plunge into the world of online dating. Using journal entries, e-mail excerpts, and dater profiles, In Jeans or a Dress cuts through the spin to show the realities of online dating, positive and negative. My six months of online dating experiences are set against the backdrop of my struggle to find a place for myself between the growing minority that says it's okay to be single and the still-overwhelming majority that says it is not.

Monday, April 11, 2005

Oct. 30, 2003: I was Robbed

Rob got around to calling last night. He called at 10:10pm, but, exciting single gal in the city that I am, I was already in bed reading. I crawled out of bed to check the Caller ID, but it warned "Private Name, Private Number," so I wasn't going to risk it. He left a message, and I know I shouldn't judge by voice alone, but I wasn't impressed—his voice was kind of wimpy. And he didn't help matters by explaining that he'd be up until 1am, so I could call him until 12:30, but if his answering machine picks up, it means he's stepped out and should return in 10 or 15 minutes. Again, I shouldn't judge by that—he could just be nervous. Lord knows I usually am on these calls.

He also sent a communication via EH last night, to let me know his photo is up. I've asked him twice to use my regular email, but no (already hen-pecking … and he doesn't even know about it). More to the point, after all this, his photo doesn't do anything for me. In fact, I think I've seen it before many times in one or more of the other services. His high forehead is sandwiched between short, dark hair, a long nose and thick brows (dangerously close to a unibrow), and he's somewhat swarthy. He looks as if he's Middle Eastern. I don't have a problem with Middle Easterns per se, but they don't appeal to me physically. Aryans don't do anything for me, either. Now what do I do? Do I close it and come off as the shallow gal I probably am? It's not like our prior communications had me hot and bothered to meet him.

While I try to figure that out, EH has found me another new match. Richard is 38 and lives in Chicago, a telecommunications engineer, and has no photo posted. He's left a lot of the questions unanswered, and what he has written is heavily dosed with misspellings, etc. I'll hold off.

I sent Ray a follow-up email this morning, using the Craig's List/Casual Encounters article as a hook. Now I'm wondering if that article might be sending the wrong message—that I'm looking for casual, no-strings sex. Not that that would be the worse thing in the world … On the other hand, I did say the other night how I just don't understand the mindset involved in casual encounters and, hopefully, came off as incredulous about the whole thing (which I am, kind of).
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5:00pm. No response from Ray. He doesn't have a job, so he must be online at some point during the afternoon, right? This is a bad sign. So much for my instincts.

As for Rob, I feel like I should at least talk to the guy. Maybe he'll crack me up or something. I'm not enthusiastic about it at all, though. I’m going out tonight to celebrate a friend's engagement last weekend, so I can't call tonight. I'll just email him (through EH, since he won't give up his own email) that I'll give him a call over the weekend.

Emode Icebreaker from sirlancelot47. That's 47 as in 47-years-old. Plus, he lives in Virginia and has kids living at home. OK, 47? I mean, my father died when he was 47 and therefore will always be 47 in my mind. I can't date someone my dad's age. That could be a problem if (like it's really an "if") I'm still single in my 40s, but I'll deal with that when I get there.

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