I'm not sure if it's the D.C. internet dating scene, or internet dating in general, but the amazing pickiness (and sometimes, to be true, not) of the hot D.C. internet studs is genuinely puzzling. (Though I'm sure the D.C. women are equally maddening. Portfolio and pedigree, please.) Of course there are those who really just want a living breathing, female with female parts. Not too much to ask, right? I mean, understandable. Others though...ooh asian? What kind? With an accent? From where? Will you... And after the chill, I'm from Boston, camaraderie has been established, there are the normal questions, where did you got to school? For your grad degree? What do you do? For fun? On the Hill? How tall? How old? Dupont or AM? Skinny? Colors? (Dude, I'm asian. Next.) Do you like to ski? What's your take on Dave Matthews? The Clash? Brittany? W? What about Ethiopian food? Wine or beer? Neither - next...and so on. And at any time, any of these answers can lead to a precipitous cutoff in communication. Did he leave work? Or is he not answering evermore? What exactly did I say that turned him off from my obvious magnificence? Where did I give the wrong answer? When exactly did I confirm that I'm not the perfect goddess of his internet dreams?
So, I got tapped on Friendster the other day. I signed up back when everyone was sending out invitations, put up the bare essentials of info and a picture, and forgot about it - haven't updated or been on the site in years. So when a seemingly personable young fellow with non-hideous pictures and a mildly interesting profile emailed me, I was surprised, but amenable to chatting. We exchanged a few notes back and forth - nothing particularly sparky, but kind of entertaining (hey, at work, everything non-work-related is interesting). Until I answered the dealbreaker question, what part of Arlington are you in? To which I honestly answer, Oh, I moved out of Arlington a year ago. Not far, though... And that was the end of that - haven't heard from him since. I'm really not upset, just confused and a bit amused. I mean, this is a dealbreaker, considering that you like my pictures, profile, and other charming emails? Not being within walking distance is really a criterion now? Mystifying. Seriously, dude? You're trolling for women on the internet. Are you sure you want to limit it to your actual neighborhood? Isn't that sort of beside the point?
Heh. And then I remember, I once rejected a guy for being too funny on email (not my kind of humor). Internet dating is really rough, man. To each his own!
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