So I signed up on match.com again, although my previous experience wasn’t much of an experience. I signed up, and then promptly met and paired up with my now-ex. So this is a little like my first real go-round on match.com.
I want to say that I’m not a strict age-ist. You just never really know, so I’m using age as a gentle parameter. But I’m getting a lot of responses in general from guys in their early 20s. I’m a little baffled, but I think the whole cougar personae thing isn’t really doing us ladies any favors. I’m figuring out that these guys don’t want to date me, but, they sure would like to come over to my place, if you get my drift.
The latest applicant for my affections wrote to me in suggesting a date, something about the 10-year age difference between us probably meaning that nothing would really happen, but (and I am almost quoting verbatim here) “we might have that physical spark.”
I didn’t read that really closely to start with. I thought it was an offhand way of saying, hey, let’s go out and see what happens.
But for some reason, it’s stuck with me all day, and I’m thinking what he’s really saying is that he already knows that this isn’t going to be anything, but since I’m cute (his descriptor), maybe I will want to be physically involved with him.
This is, unfortunately for him, most unlikely. His photos are that of a late 20s, pasty-faced dough-y bodied fellow. He looks exactly like a guy whose post-collegiate metabolism caught up to him.
I am also unimpressed by his date suggestion. I thought we should pick something fun to do, and he immediately countered with a “drinks-and-get-to-know-each-other-conversation” at a bar nearish to his West Loop condo. There is a lot to be said for dates with opportunities for talking and getting to know each other, of course! I just don’t think that those things and fun are mutually exclusive. And, I’ve honestly had it about up to here with drinks dates.
I could be wrong, but I’m pretty sure this clown thinks he’s going to lube me up, take me home, hit it, and that’s that.
I’m also half willing to bet he doesn’t pay for my “drinks.” Love those guys!
If something more promising comes along, I’ll cancel, but my inclination is to show up for our drinks date like the 38-year-old can-be-sophisticate I am and rock his world just a little bit, then down my ginger ale and return home, his fancy-new-condo sight unseen.
