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 café 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……..