It's no secret: I'm single.
I write about it, I talk about it, I bitch and complain about it. It's a situation I can only do so much to change, and so like so many 20 or 30 somethings, I've turned to internet dating.
Let me share with you my fiery enthusiam for the high-tech dating arena.
Yeah, that was with dead pan delivery.
I gotta say, logging on to find lovin' leaves me with anything but a revved motor and a hot heart. Maybe its the anonymity, maybe its the impersonal nature, either way I have a hard time developing any passion for someone who slaps a profile on the internet.
I have, however, gotten anxious about a guy across a crowded room. In the past, I've also developed a bit of interest in someone after a dose of clever repartee. I guess what gets me going is personal interaction.
The problem with internet dating (and I think maybe I've pontificated about this before) is that some people fail to make their relationship progress from the keyboard to the dart board, or movie theatre or dining room or any other dating activity spot.
Recently, I've had the good fortune of exchanging profiles with a man who's jumping at the chance to put an in-person face with my screen name. That I can get excited about. I have a hard time cultivating some interest for someone who sends me a "wink," a "shout out," a "you got some purdy teeth," or a "hey bitch, I wanna be yo' baby daddy." Okay, so maybe I'm stretching it a bit on those last two, but if you saw some of the profiles floating around out there, then you'd know what I'm talking about.
Chemistry, baby... that seems to be the easiest way to spark a romance, and I don't care how hardwired your motherboard is, I don't think chemistry is one thing you can send through the World Wide Web.