Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Next Please.....




Why go to the circus to find a Bozo the Clown when you can find them on RSVP?

Yep I am on RSVP and after 11 months all I have are stories to tell. There’s the bloke who took me out for lunch to a cafĂ© where he had a voucher for two for the price of one. The bill came to $16 and we still went dutch.

Now that’s class.

Another bloke I met, spent most of the conversation talking with his eyes glued to the ground. He then suggested we meet up again over another drink. Why wouldn’t I? I am so used to talking to thin air.

Then there are the show ponies. You know the blokes who are very good looking. Their online profile is all worked out. They have interesting, ‘interests’. They are the achievers. And they know what RSVP is all about. It’s just a numbers game.

I met one of them tonight.

You know when you’ve had a bad night, when the highlight of the evening is that you only had to wait 2 minutes for your train home. Actually it wasn’t all that bad.

“Hi I’m Michael. I an a lecturer in performing arts,” was his first email to me. After that it was simple one liners about where and what time we should meet. Might as well cut to the chase, I thought.

Anyway over a glass of house red at the Civic Hotel we discussed, theatre, AFL Football, Melbourne versus Sydney (he was originally from Melbourne), New York City and soccer. When I offered to buy the second round he said “No thanks. Actually I am going to go. Nice meeting you.”.

The only thing regret for the evening was walking through the heavy rain in my peep toe heels.

After all, these show ponies are right. Online dating is a numbers game. Next please……..

2 comments:

juli said...

funny that!.. I hit the messaging community, the likes of MSN, ICQ etc years ago and happened to meet my boy there.. I guess before the NET DATING BOOM... it does seem like a darker place now.. from what I gather myspace and facebook are the new 'tools'
hahhaa

Anonymous said...

and before all of it was the humble CB Radio, sigh, those were the days, names like 'Sweet Talker', 'Lady Love', 'Mamma 2' and 'DownTown'. I was 'Double Daddy and all you had to go on was a voice, and even that sounded very odd sometimes.
Some of the odd balls that turned up then were sights to behold but I have to say that many were real lookers too.
Ah the dating game, such memories.