Dates are like buses. They didn’t used to be. That is all for today.
This is the app I’m looking for.
Rejectile Dysfunction
In 2009 I tried something new and slightly scary, dating. What follows will be neither revelatory or possibly even that interesting for you, but for me it’s an exercise in documenting something that has turned out to be both insignificant and yet transformational in a wholly unanticipated way. Be warned, should you embark upon reading this, get ready for an essay that became shockingly long. I’m more surprised than anyone.
Prologue
Being somewhat emotionally retarded I’ve never really properly dated anyone in the past. Relationships had tended to grow organically from existing friendships or colleagues that I knew. I couldn’t honestly say I’d ever had a real date with either someone totally new, or relatively so. However as you get older a funny thing happens, you stop making so many new friends. Your social circle becomes more limited, more insular. You hang around with the same people a lot of the time, doing many of the same things in mostly the same places. While this isn’t quite as dull and turgid as it sounds, it is rather limiting if, like me, you’re still firmly and resolutely single, even at the grand old age of 31.
Well as you might imagine this was not the most satisfactory of situations for me, so I decided to do something about it, and that something was internet dating. Now it’s worth bearing in mind that I’m old enough to remember when the web was new and soap operas and teen dramas routinely featured terrifying story-lines which depicted internet dating as an almost cast iron way of bagging yourself a morbidly obese rapist. However, given that I make my living from the internet, and that things have moved on since 1999, I swallowed my pride, and my fear, and set up a profile.
I've got some serious issues...
