In a world of online dating
There’s something about browsing profiles on Tinder or even POF that feels like shopping for a pre-owned car. And it’s that something that makes me profoundly uncomfortable with getting to know someone via text on a screen. For a blogger, I’m remarkably uncomfortable with the idea of connecting with someone online. I doooooon’t like it. It's weird, let me explain.
Call me a huge chicken, but I have deleted my online “dating” profiles like…3 times. There was the guy with the impressive dark beard, the Hilary Duff lyrics fella, the guy who brewed his own beer, and the impossibly cute ginger guy who had just built a massive grill out in the in the middle of nowhere. These are the fantastic men that spark conversations with me, but let us be honest here...I have had the foresight to dump before I ever met them.
Without fail, whenever I get close to that moment when this actually pretty cool guy I’ve been randomly chatting with is going to ask to meet me, I suspend my profile for a few weeks. I’ll bully myself to come back and tell myself it’s no big deal, that this whole online-dating thing is much preferable to being accosted at a bar, and that there’s probably someone really cool on there, someone not creepy at all, and that I should just take the plunge and go on a date. And then the cycle starts all over again.
But is that enough reason to consistently flake out and blow off sincerely interesting men and retreat back into my cocoon? Probably not. So, first in my x-step process is to make the announcement: Hi. I’m Jen. And I am a serial online dating account deleter. I’m sorry for not responding. I just seriously hate the idea of “meeting up and seeing where this goes.” I take you seriously when you say you’re a “laid-back guy” and I appreciate your earnestness when you ask me “what’s up.”
So I haven’t taken the plunge, and every time I try to leap into the water, instead, I just delete the water and keep my feet on dry ground. Soooo, here is to forever single unless some extraordinary IN person meet up changes that.
Call me a huge chicken, but I have deleted my online “dating” profiles like…3 times. There was the guy with the impressive dark beard, the Hilary Duff lyrics fella, the guy who brewed his own beer, and the impossibly cute ginger guy who had just built a massive grill out in the in the middle of nowhere. These are the fantastic men that spark conversations with me, but let us be honest here...I have had the foresight to dump before I ever met them.
Without fail, whenever I get close to that moment when this actually pretty cool guy I’ve been randomly chatting with is going to ask to meet me, I suspend my profile for a few weeks. I’ll bully myself to come back and tell myself it’s no big deal, that this whole online-dating thing is much preferable to being accosted at a bar, and that there’s probably someone really cool on there, someone not creepy at all, and that I should just take the plunge and go on a date. And then the cycle starts all over again.
But is that enough reason to consistently flake out and blow off sincerely interesting men and retreat back into my cocoon? Probably not. So, first in my x-step process is to make the announcement: Hi. I’m Jen. And I am a serial online dating account deleter. I’m sorry for not responding. I just seriously hate the idea of “meeting up and seeing where this goes.” I take you seriously when you say you’re a “laid-back guy” and I appreciate your earnestness when you ask me “what’s up.”
So I haven’t taken the plunge, and every time I try to leap into the water, instead, I just delete the water and keep my feet on dry ground. Soooo, here is to forever single unless some extraordinary IN person meet up changes that.
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