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Alright, so maybe it was the way I answered some of the questions: Like, Yeah, I’m over thirty. Then I tried this internet dating site another friend told me about, called Christian Café. Men in drag, magician outfits, a guy who looked like Santa Claus on a bender. Nothing like making the holidays even more depressing than trying to find a guy on a Christian website that guarantees men with no ‘nads. On a lark I emailed him, gave him my real email address. My last boyfriend taught me never to date someone so young I could have been his babysitter. I started to recognize the smart, funny, mature guy I’d met in emails. If he continued to “show up” he might end up being, you know, The One. If you see contradictions in life, you’re not going to get matched. So, 45 minutes and 100s of questions later, identified my 24-dimensional personality. My roommate said e Harmony rejected a percentage to weed out “crazy people.” I wondered how she knew this. Right before Christmas, Christian Café offered me two free days. The next time he asked me out, he was less guarded, more fun. The third date, I noticed the earring in his ear looked good against his “not so wild hair.” It turned out he liked Monty Python and Emma Thompson. And he let it slip out that he owned a vinyl copy of the Beatles Bootleg Christmas album. They match people based on statistical probability that they’ll think or act alike in any given situation.I had the exact same thing happen to me and gave up pretty fast. It doesn't matter how great their personalities are - if they are screaming TOADS it doesn't matter. :)Karithere are only two good websites that build communities and allow people to meet people that I've found and both are absolutely free. why would any fool want to pay for something when it's obvious. Most of them were likely non paying members who couldn't even open their mail. While I was on Match.com, I only received about 4 emails from guys PERIOD, and that was over a 3-4 month span. No wonder I only got a couple of replies to my emails. Seven years ago I decided I needed to get over my ex. Back then, internet dating felt like a realm reserved for the desperate. Dimensions being a new way to market the human character. He’d even worked as a journalist for Christian magazines. Writer Guy: Think “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.” I’d like to have most of it erased.
Even if you’re not going through a heart-wrenching breakup … If you’re honest, you’d be a liar NOT to answer yes. Now, whenever I see those perky couples on e Harmony ads? Then a woman instant-messaged me because she was going through a crisis and needed a “Christian sister” to talk to. In the two days I was online for free, never heard from him. About a week or so later, Writer Guy emailed me at my real email address. He wore clogs and had longish wild hair, which he kept running his fingers through. It was like watching someone’s face emerge in a Polaroid. But I once thought that about my last two boyfriends. I saw Writer Guy for several months, and he got smarter, funnier, sexier, and more like Jesus every day. So people, if e Harmony rejects you, chances are you are complex, artistic, flexible and interesting. How sad is that, to flip back every few months and see that no one wants Mister Right? Roommate: Well, to e Harmony, crazy and artist are the same thing. I’d rather be crazy and interesting, than sane and dull. I saw him at a distance at this wealthy church on Mulholland Drive. Maybe he’d seen me at a distance too, and decided I was too old, since I was out of high school. Two years later, Mister Right was still up for grabs. But had just had an endoscopy and was drugged on Percoset. Men who were never brave enough to admit that, sometimes life sucks and doesn’t make sense. This time I asked my roommate how she knew they rejected people they thought were “crazy.” Roommate: They rejected me. Susan: That’s not because you’re crazy, that’s because you’re an artist. He seemed cool, but some of his pictures looked a little narcissistic. He kept flipping his hair and checking out the high school aged ‘babes.’ He never emailed me back. I got matched with nice Christian mojo-free men who worked in the Air Force or computer sales. He seemed fun, but in our first phone call, he talked about his friends like I already knew them. Finally we got to the open questions, but before he could ask me about the size of my dowry, I asked him why it was so important that his partner be so attractive but he didn’t have his picture posted. It was a long shot of a man sitting on top of a Coleman cooler in a weedy back yard. He stared off in a strange direction, like a Civil War daguerreotype. The others I got matched with looked into the camera but had creepy vacant eyes, like the church had stolen their spontaneity. I figured this kind of matching works for people in the fly-over states who chose their jobs because a college counselor told them they’d like it. At best, the guy says, “that’s great for you.” And doing the spiritual life alone got really lonely. Then I got an email from some church boy who worked in film. Must have a woman who is in excellent physical shape. Can’t stand a woman who is not extremely attractive.
I saw this one guy’s profile, said he was 43, a Christian and worked in the arts. He was hot to meet me, but kept having to go out of the country on business. While online some “Christian brother” in Arkansas instant messaged me, “if you were a hot dog, would you eat yourself? This time I lied, and said I always thought life was full of meaning.