Whitney is a 42-year-old app developer. She says “I’m a busy, single mom who dedicates all of my spare time to enhancing the busy and athletic life of my 8-year-old son. Or, I was. Recently, I decided it was definitely time for a major renovation of my priorities if I was ever to get some zest back into my own reality, and get my love-life off the ground.” Whitney describes her look as “feminine, fit, natural” and says she is “a glass half-full, happy, thoughtful, adventurous person.”
I had heard story after story of couples who had met online and figured that life was short. I should give it a go myself and hopefully join in on the fun that apparently everyone else was having!
I have to admit that I didn’t have the best of luck out of the gate. My first introduction to the world of Internet dating was with a guy who used his greasy comb as a pointer when showing me pictures of his kids. By the time our dinner had arrived, I was already on the A-list for his family functions. “My mom will love meeting you at our next family barbecue,” he said with gusto. Cruising at high speeds from me-to-we was definitely too much, too soon for my comfort zone. Unfortunately, there would be no rose for this eager beaver bachelor.
Another guy called me several times a day to check in and had a special pet name for me, all after one date. Yet another was clearly into me, confirmed by texting me his bucket list after our date, with “Go out with Whitney again” reserving the top spot. Sweet and original, yes, but I’m still baffled by his failure to mention on his profile that he was bisexual. you read that right.
I was starting to get a little weary of this whole Internet dating approach to finding Mr. Right, but there was one more guy that definitely seemed worth meeting. At six-foot-five, he was already well on his way to nabbing the tall-dark-and-handsome award. Plus, he had many years of university with multiple advanced degrees. Smart, tall and successful was too tempting a package to pass up, so I decided to give Internet dating a clean slate and go out on one more date.
Instead of smothering me with promise of an instant future together, like my previous dates, Dan used what I can only guess was his own version of playing hard-to-get. We shook hands and soon made our way over to the counter, getting acquainted along the way. When I ordered a juice, I couldn’t help but overhear him mumble, “Juice?!” with a tone of total disbelief, as if I’d ordered steak and lobster with a bottle of champagne to wash it all down. He explained that, when you go out for “coffee” you should order coffee. I apologized for my apparent misstep.
To change the topic, I asked if he knew a friend of mine who works at the same institution. He didn’t recognize the name, but assured me that she was guaranteed to be a “royal b- – -h” like the other women in his field. I was shocked to hear him say this. Later in the conversation, he said with great authority that my ex-husband was no doubt a deadbeat dad.
As I was still reeling from his staggering accusations of people he had never heard any details about, he went on to say that, although he worked out to stay fit, he hated every minute of it. With Dan swimming in a huge slushy cocktail of negativity, I stayed as long as was politely appropriate, then hightailed it out of there at the first opportunity. I’ve never considered online dating again.
Culled from https://www.thestar.com/life/2015/08/21/dating-diaries-whitney-and-daniel.html