I wish I could get more excited about the date I went on this afternoon. The guy was nice enough, just not what I was expecting. I can’t help but think that this is partly the reason why the last three men I’ve dated have been people I’ve known in real life — as friends — first. (This method has its own limitations, too, though.)
I won’t be writing off online dating, and I might even give the guy from this afternoon another chance. But my intuition tells me that knew-IRL-first meetings are sure to be more rewarding than anything online. At least then I’m not pressed to describe myself in writing — and photos — first. As always, more will be revealed, right?