Thursday 7 November 2013


[Due to what feels like our 8,000th home move, the blog is one from the archives today. My apologies. Will be up and running with new blogs, hopefully tomorrow!]

I was listening to our classical radio station of choice – god I sound like a bourgeois yuppie – and heard a pretty hysterical ad. A little side note: since the arrival of the toddler stage, classical music has become a well-needed staple in the house. My husband claims it calms the King down. I have yet to see evidence of that, but it sure the hell goes better with a headache than Lady Gaga.

Anyway, the advertisement was for a dating site that is geared towards classical music buffs. Classic love I think it was called; or classical dating. Or classical madness! Who the hell knows? But the gist was that those that like classical music and are single should feel compelled to hit the laptop and sign on to this dating site to meet other classical music aficionados, and heck you may just find love. Or someone who appreciates Liszt, I’m not sure which.

It got me thinking of course – which everything does and hence why I can’t sleep most nights – about the nature of online dating. Not specifically what it has done to the organic process of meeting people  [some say it’s made it easier, others say it’s killed romance] but more to the fact that when one online dates, especially when one narrows it down to say a niche online dating site (be it one that caters to religion, musical tastes, fetishes, pet love etc.) I start to wonder if we are indeed looking for mirrors of ourselves as opposed to people we click with or are attracted to. (Then again, are we simply attracted to mirrors of ourselves, hmmmm). Follow me here…with online dating (I’ve filled out a form once; shuddered, and never went on a date. Just not my thing), you fill out a bunch of questionnaires, not only about yourself, but what you are looking for in a partner. For example, “I’m looking for a man, who is sensitive, clean, athletic, intuitive, and loves foreign films and cooking.” [Hence, you’re looking for a chick] And the longer you are on these sites and go out on dates, the more compelled one is – from what I’ve heard – to fine tune things to the head of a pin (e.g. I will not go out with anyone who drives a red car, lives with his mother or is in accounting).

More often than not, the list of attributes you look for in a man, or woman (depending on who you are and what you fancy) are so close to what you represent and identify with, it’s hard not to wonder if we are really looking for an extension of ourselves, or at least someone that likes to do what we like to do, think what we think, and cook what we like to cook on a Friday night. Okay, obviously you’re not always going to find a man that ticks all your boxes, so to speak; let’s underline that statement shall we. But online dating almost feels like you’re online shopping for a coatrack for the front hallway. I want it to be tall, strong, made of teak, and eager to compliment me when I walk in to the house.

Back in the old days – you know, the pre internet days – it was all about seeing some guy in a bar/restaurant/coffee shop/gym/sweat shop…just kidding, just wanted to see if you were paying attention, and if he struck your fancy and he looked like he hadn’t killed anyone recently, you would consider letting him buy you a drink/coffee etc. Obviously the more you got to know one another, the more you could ascertain if you had things in common; but in many cases, once you were smitten, you were willing to overlook his affinity for Finnish death metal and cheddar cheese fondue, figuring you could spend the rest of the relationship trying to show him the error of his ways.

I bet those online daters really think they have one up on us old-fashioned daters now don’t they? ‘How on earth did you do it in the old days. If ‘HotGuy2’ (don’t people have weird/lame handles on these sites?) doesn’t like sushi, sunset walks, and J-Lo movies, I won’t even email him back. I mean really, what a waste of time!' 

I don't know about you, but I'm definitely happy to not wade in the modern day dating waters. (Thanks for proposing honey, you saved me from having to think of a really stupid 'handle' to hit the dating sites with...I'm thinking 'exhaustedmother24-7' would sound about right). 

Happy Thursday. 

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