“I know online dating seems so… tacky, but I’m so busy I never seem to get the chance to meet anyone in the ‘normal’ way,” says Trace, as she sketches quotation marks around normal.
I look at her askance – she is a stunning girl – long glossy hair, which shifts and gleams in the light, manicured nails, slim but with enough curves. What are the single (and I’ll warrant, attached…) guys not seeing? Has the Sony Playstation totally blunted their senses?
I feel for the less fair female population if Trace is having to resort to listing herself on a bulletin board.
“And you have to work at it – you need to check your messages and begin a conversation with anyone who seems a possibility. I started seeing one guy and it was going well. Then he was busy at work. It hasn’t really gone anywhere since.”
“Does it not feel totally weird turning up in a bar and hoping that the photo and brief online chat you’ve had matches up to whomever you’re meeting?” I ask, curiously.
“Totally, there was one time, he was at least 10 years older than his picture and there was no way he worked out. It’s not so much the lying I hate, as the thought that they think I’ll just be prepared to let it pass.”
I sense things are looking up for Trace, though – a really hot guy is glancing in our direction. He doesn’t need an online link to show he’s interested.
I look at her askance – she is a stunning girl – long glossy hair, which shifts and gleams in the light, manicured nails, slim but with enough curves. What are the single (and I’ll warrant, attached…) guys not seeing? Has the Sony Playstation totally blunted their senses?
I feel for the less fair female population if Trace is having to resort to listing herself on a bulletin board.
“And you have to work at it – you need to check your messages and begin a conversation with anyone who seems a possibility. I started seeing one guy and it was going well. Then he was busy at work. It hasn’t really gone anywhere since.”
“Does it not feel totally weird turning up in a bar and hoping that the photo and brief online chat you’ve had matches up to whomever you’re meeting?” I ask, curiously.
“Totally, there was one time, he was at least 10 years older than his picture and there was no way he worked out. It’s not so much the lying I hate, as the thought that they think I’ll just be prepared to let it pass.”
I sense things are looking up for Trace, though – a really hot guy is glancing in our direction. He doesn’t need an online link to show he’s interested.
