I am always the last to embrace any form of social media. It
took two years of convincing before I finally joined Facebook. It took another
three years for me to join twitter. I finally joined Instagram earlier this year.
You get the picture. Even with all of that, I constantly feel the need to get
away from it all.
In short, I value my privacy very much. So you can see how
the idea of “online dating” makes me cringe.
I started this adventure a year ago, and I’ll try to be as objective as I possibly can be, but prior to that, the closest I had ever come to
online dating is getting unsolicited inbox messages from friends of my Facebook
friends.
Haha.
My darling friends. Said friends who once again, line up to do what they do best, “convincing”
me to try yet another “thing” that involves sharing, another thing that makes me
extremely uncomfortable.
Aaaargghhh!!!
Those darn friends.
My first date was with a guy I met online. We found each
other mutually attractive. We exchanged phone numbers and spoke quite a bit,
but when it came time for us to meet, he was a no show. I was always available,
and he was not. We finally managed to pin down a date to meet for dinner. He
called me fifteen minutes before the agreed upon time to let me know something
had come up.
I bagged it. I was done.
