AltBrothers

I once had a man… Well, I didn’t really have him, like “owning” him or anything. I mean I was hoping that we could date. I was in the have butterflies in my stomach and fast-beating heart stage, hoping that he liked me the way I liked him and that we could spend time together. The trouble was, he’d already should have been dating me before we met - so I felt.

“How’s that?” you ask. Well it’s simple. I was on online, very online, gushing and pining romantic-online. I had raw, sappy, heart throbbing, tear-jerking poems and prose about my deepest thoughts, feelings, and hopes. In my mind, I had already given him, or any would-be “Mr. Right” a good part of the inspection tour if you will. He had other ideas. The vibes he sent seemed decidedly more casual than I expected. The short of the story is that it didn’t work out for us.

I wonder if the online dating age is working? I wonder if man-2-man dating in this information age, is working AT ALL? Can’t blame electronics either. What’s stopping me from meeting the man of my dreams at the grocery store, in a night class, or at a party? I get tired even at the thought. Automatically, visions of months on end — with still no reasonably compatible man of my own — scroll before my eyes. Nope, gotta go back to the store, this one does this or doesn’t want that.

Well, maybe the electronics or “product perfection”, or the desire for “optimal qualities” of compatibility do play a part. I haven’t gone to class for this opinion and I don’t know the science (if any) that supports this. It’s something I’ve been sloppily throwing together on my own, but I feel that there is some logic to it.

I did a bang-up job of communicating to attract the guy online, but that was that and the real-time was something else, a totally different realm in which I had to do as good a job communicating to the other guy and drawing out his communication to me and in hind-sight that takes patience and a resetting of the dating clock for it’s the information after all, you have to check out the source.

Yet also with the information age there is knowledge, and expectations to demonstrate that one acknowledges that one has knowledge from processing information. I get tired even at the thought.