The Date-Oh-Sphere: An Update

So while I’m a whole week into the launching part, so far no actual dating has occurred.  Which is not to say that I haven’t been busy thinking, writing, even doing stuff in the direction of dating.

For instance, after seeing the disappointing results from the first match service—seven men had viewed my profile, though none has yet “messaged" me—I started to join another, even getting to the last page of the profile process—the payment page. This second service, in an attempt to woo me into showing them the money, has already sent me scores of potential matches, based, I guess, on the small number of their endless questions I’d so far managed to complete.

Which was not many. In fact, I have 18 remaining “unviewed questions” to answer—all part of the profile thingee—including my political views, favorite hot spots, and astrological sign.

You see the problem here?

And as for the first service, I did answer all of their stoopid questions, which may account for why those seven fellows slunk away after reading them. Truth is, no matter how much personal data these match services collect, the huge pool of matchees is, for me, way too broad and too deep. What I need is a service that focuses less on my age or education or “favorite hot spots,” and more on my life’s chief pre/occupation: being a writer.

Because for better or for worse, that more than anything defines me. Which is what I finally realized after my brief yet illuminating experience with those two services. In fact, when it did finally dawn on me, I googled “match services for writers and artists,” but, alas, nothing came up.

And so while not bailing entirely on the online approach, I’m now going to do what any decent writer does if s/he wants to get the story: leave the house, the laptop, the endless clicking, and go to those places, events, and gatherings where the story’s characters are most likely to be hanging out.

Doesn't that sound like way more fun?