Parallel Lines

When I started with my dating attempts on Match.com I had also started to look for a new job. The pair went together like a railway line heading off into new and uncharted territory – and hopefully at the end of the line I would have achieved something wonderful.

And just like my dating attempts, my equally illusive job hunt is going just as well – i.e. not too well then. Still, at least to date I’ve had five interviews compared to my single date. And whilst I’ve gleamed a number of useful interview techniques, and purchased a rather dashing (and expensive) new suit, I have to say I’m pulling the big zero on the Internet dating technique front.

So in one last attempt on Match.com I did a bit of blanket message sending to a number of women with interesting profiles. Mind you, it wasn’t as if I simply sent a generic message or wink, but I literally sat down for a few hours reading hundreds of profiles and writing a number of individual messages - of which I got two replies. Both of these respondents didn’t have a profile picture but they were more than happy to send some.

It didn’t take long for one of these people to inexplicably disappear back into the ether without so much as a goodbye, but at least I’m still chatting to one (albeit still waiting on that allusive photograph – but she does have a valid reason for not having a profile picture). Never the less, we appear to be moving onto the next stage – talking on the phone. So, will we click or will those self doubts about not knowing what she looks like still bother me? Still, I do subscribe to the mantra that it is the inside that really counts - but I don't dismiss that there really does need to be that spark.

Never the less, as I continue to clickety-clack along the track, I just hope I don’t end up being shunted into a siding and left to rust.