Awkward

A million years ago, I signed up on an on-line dating site. I know. I KNOW.

I'm not knocking it, and I met some great guys on the site. Okay, I met some guys on the site. It was a good experience. Got me "out there" and tested my comfort levels. Turns out my comfort levels have a limit and I gave up on the whole concept of meeting a guy from a dating site.

It's been a few million years since I've met someone from the net in a date capacity.

I do, however, still receive matches through email that I never read and don't bother deleting. I don't know why I haven't taken myself off the mailing list. Guess I'm just lazy about it.

A couple of days ago, I received yet another email revealing the guys that I've been matched up with. I think the defining quality that made them a match was that they have a pulse. For some reason, out of curiousity, I decided to see who the chumps were that I was "matched up" with.

There was this one in particular that caught my eye. Not so much because of what he looked like, but because of what he wrote on his profile. He wrote A LOT on his profile. And I actually enjoyed reading it.

Tidbits such as this:

I am a gigantic nerd . Sometimes I dream about quitting it all, liquidating my assets, and moving to Oxford or Cambridge and doing a PhD in philosophy or astrophysics or Middle Eastern history and religion.

and this:

I love books in way that's almost unhealthy. Used book stores are like heroin, crack, ecstasy and wine coolers all at once to me. If I ever found a complete Loeb Classic Library edition of Marsilio Ficino's "Platonic Theology" in decent condition, I'd probably have a heart attack.

okay, and even this:

I'm an introvert or an extrovert depending on the situation, but lately I generally default to introvert mode. I like a lot of time to myself, so I can read and meditate and contemplate and work out and train in martial arts. That doesn't mean I'm some creepy hermit who just wants to crawl into his cave and read Plotinus all the time, it just means that I'm a creepy hermit who wants to crawl into his cave and read Plotinus about 30% - 40 % of the time! I can be extroverted too! In fact, I think I can do extroversion pretty well when I want to or need to...but, by and large, I like to be low key and quiet. I'm just warning you up front: I'm not the peacock in crowd, I'm the guy in the corner shaking his head at the peacock.

... this too:

If you're posing in your profile pic dressed like a stripper and referring to "clubbing" as a hobby, then we probably won't get along for longer than 72 hours. This is probably also true if you don't read books, or if you just read stuff like Harry Potter. That isn't to say there's something inherently wrong with reading Harry Potter -- quite the contrary -- but there is something wrong with reading just Harry Potter, if one's intellectual curiosity is capped at reading Harry Potter. Knawmean?

Because, umm, I'm a geek too who jizzes when she walks into book stores and would totally go back to school full-time if I had the means to. And Oxford?? Hello!? My obsession with England?!

OH, and under profession, he put Ninja. Come on. COME ON!!!

I enjoyed reading his profile so much, that I thought I might want to go back and read it on a rainy day when I'm under the impression that all men are of the suckage variety.

So I put his profile in my favourites.

And then? And then HE SENT ME A MESSAGE!! What teh fuck!!!??!!

I didn't know that people knew I added them to my favourites!! If I did, there would be no such list!!!! And now he wants to know more about me!!! This isn't the way it was supposed to go!!! I wasn't supposed to write a blog post completely laden with exclamation points and accidental number ones strategically placed in between the exclamation points!!!!1!!!

So, what? Does he expect a response from me?

I will do the right thing and message him back, but I won't like it.

Not one bit.