I started by taking the e Harmony personality profile which matches you to, as they put it: . He was my kind of spiritual, he was smart, and mature. Over the next four days we emailed each other back and forth a lot. 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. What if I’d like to spend a week night alone with a black man? Come on, I didn’t get even ONE of the 24 dimensions right? As if being 41 and still single didn’t tell me that already? No thanks, I’d rather walk than drive the wrong car. He asked if I saw gray areas, contradictions and nuances in life. Creative artists probably see too much nuance and complexity. e Harmony’s core belief is that people get along if they think alike.The owner of a truck boasting a huge middle finger to the commander-in-chief is breaking the law, a Texas sheriff has alleged.“Fuck Trump and fuck you for voting for him,” reads the sticker plastered across the back window of a pickup truck posted by Fort Bend County Sheriff Troy Nehls on his Facebook page Wednesday.p .main-container #login input[type=text], .main-container #login input[type=password] .main-container #login input[type=text] .main-container #login input[type=password] .main-container #login div .main-container .remember-forgot .main-container .main-container .main-container #login div label .main-container button .main-container #social .main-container #social span .main-container #social span.facebook .main-container #social span.google .main-container #social span.twitter .main-container #social span.yahoo .main-container .main-container .
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.
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.
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.
I knew as I hit the send button that I’d never hear from her again. I tried to play it straight, using my profile to tell the wonderful women of the 5280 who I was as best I could – what I do for a living, what I do for fun, what my interests are, and so forth. My experience, though, has begun to make me feel like an untouchable.
But no results to speak of past a few coffee first dates. I’ve had plenty of time to think about what the problem might be, and a good deal of that energy focused on the perfectly valid question of “what’s wrong with me?