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when the urgency strikes you, you better not lose your nerve

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As of yesterday I’ve now met 34 women off the internet since December 2012.

Though it’s possible to overthink things and see patterns where none exist, there’s two kinda counterintuitive conclusions I’ve drawn from my experiences.

One is that I have struck out with every woman who I’ve met for a first date that I initially found highly attractive, and the other is that the women I’ve ultimately found most compelling and affecting – Kristina, Elle, Rachael, Kyla – are women who I wasn’t initially sure I was that physically attracted to. Those four caused me way more heartache than the beautiful women I met and missed out on after merely one date.

Let’s talk about the first phenomenon: the women who were stunning at first glance who never end up liking me. Regrettably that’s happened to me at least five or six times. The simplest explanation for this would just be that maybe the super hot women have really high standards and that I didn’t measure up to their expectations. I’m sure this was true to an extent for some of them, but I don’t think it’s fully persuasive because my profile had and has a lot of pictures of me, including both facial closeups and full body shots. If I wasn’t even in the ballpark of attractiveness for them, presumably they wouldn’t have agreed to meet in the first place. (First time users may make the mistake of rolling the dice by agreeing to meet people who are “maybes” from a physical perspective, but I get the distinct sense from my own experience and talking to power-dating friends that just about everyone who’s taken a couple laps around the internet love block gets more and more particular about risking their precious dating energies on people that may show up looking closer in proximity to negative numbers than double digits on the ol’ 10 point scale, if they (the lap-takers) can possibly help it.)

At first I responded to setbacks with the hyperbeautiful by trying to hit the gym, improving my wardrobe, and reflecting upon the style of hair on my head or on my face. Now though, I think addressing the issue is trickier than just getting to be the hottest I could possibly be.

I’m convinced now that I unwittingly treat women I’m really attracted to in ways that make me unappealing. In The Pale King, David Foster Wallace described the effect a beautiful woman had on the men around her and his analysis rings true – that extreme beauty “raises the stakes” and makes it hard to be yourself, be engaging, just be human to the person you’re meeting. This is, of course, super self-defeating.

Without question I did this on the date I had with Grace, the first women I met off the internet. In her profile pictures she’d been heart-rendingly pretty and she lived up to that description in the flesh. Carried away with my own good fortune and desire to impress, I talked a mile a minute and told her about a wide variety of the many facets of the gem that is my personality and as you can imagine, I came off as needy and self-absorbed – a combination few people hammer out on the keyboard in response to the “What I’m Looking For:” prompt on the dating sites.

Conversely, the four women I’ve met out of 34 that I feel most fondly toward – each of whom I’d jump at the chance to date again – all were cute but not initially incredibly gorgeous to me. My first date with Kristina lasted 6 hours of unbroken conversation in one coffee shop, Elle 17 hours at four different locations followed by spending the night at her place, Rachael 8 hours that concluded when we made out in front of her house, and Kyla 5 hours, three of which consisted of sitting on one park bench sharing pretty intimate confidences about love and loss. And all agreed to second dates. Though ironically, it’s only now in retrospect that my desire for each of them is strong. At the time I was up for a second date, but I wasn’t gunning hard to get with any of them.

I was hoping that the process of writing this post would shed some light on how to succeed in dating people you’re really interested in, but I don’t think I’ve succeeded. Since the realization that how I behave around powerfully attractive women makes me less likely to connect with them, I’ve tried to harness that knowledge and adjust my attitude when I find myself getting carried away, but thinking to myself “don’t think of how hot this person is” ends up tending to psyche me out rather than bolster the self-assured well-adjusted demeanor that would be truly beneficial.

Oh well.

new beginnings

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I had a long walk back to the light rail station from Grace’s house in early December.

After a fresh and heavy snowfall in this mid-tier American city, I had to traverse a lot of sidewalks that were halfheartedly shoveled, or shoveled not at all. The still air and inconsistent street lighting would usually make a walk at this time of night in this part of town eerie, but my step was uptempo and my spirits were buoyant. When I got on the empty train home, I stood gripping a pole and felt like dancing; I smiled like I’d found Jesus.

Grace and I met up at a hip little joint on the south side. I got there first, even though I was late myself, and when she walked in the door she was every bit as cute as her photos on OkCupid suggested she would be. Her subtle smile she flashed me when I flagged her down told me that she thought I wasn’t half bad looking myself.

Conversation flowed effortlessly for the next three or four hours. She was a recent grad from a nearby liberal arts college who wants to be a doctor and she had the MCAT scores to do it. We found out we did the same dorky activity in high school. We talked politics, religion, swapped stories from the developing country we’d both spent serious time in. I kept her laughing at the stories I told. When I leaned in to the table to be closer to her, she leaned in closer for whatever reason she felt like leaning in closer. I told her she was my first date off the website, and she said I was only her second – and she’d been on there for 8 months.

I’d been on the site for a week.

Flash back some pages on the calendar..

The ex was dropping me off after she had made her feelings clear. I sat in mostly stunned silence as I began the arduous journey of trying to process what the fuck had happened to make the woman I thought I could spend my life with decide she wanted out. When the car stopped, I patted her leg lightly to say goodbye and reached for the door handle.

It was oppressively sunny. My sunglasses came off but hers stayed on. They didn’t catch the tear or two she was shedding; I don’t think this was easy for her either. My naked eyes didn’t conceal any emotion.

She said a pat on the leg was a miserable way to wrap this up and she embraced me with both of her arms. I hugged her tightly too, despite the pain and humiliation I felt. I stammered something stupid about how I shouldn’t feel sad for what I’m losing but should appreciate what I had gotten when I had it – blah, blah, blah. She gave me a surprisingly tender kiss on the forehead, I said goodbye, and I stepped out of the car and out of her life.

The trauma of that day receded into the background as the tap beers flowed that night in December with Grace. This gal was unbelievably cute, had a lot to say, and was doing great work with a non-profit. And she was in the bar with me.

While browsing the singles on OkCupid she’d stood out by virtue of her unreasonably attractive photo. (When I showed the horny old men at the office, their eyes bulged) I scanned her profile, whipped up a couple inane things to message her about, and sent them off. In her reply she said she wanted to skip the internet chit chat and just get together soon; she stressed she wasn’t a serial killer.

I wouldn’t have been super concerned if she were.

As the night wrapped up I offered to walk her back to her place nearby and off we went. When we arrived, she gave me a big hug and we both said we had a lot of fun. I walked off into the night thinking filling the gaping void my ex left wouldn’t be so hard after all.

Of course, if things with Grace had ended up happily ever after there wouldn’t be much great material for one guy’s blog about online dating in the 2010s, would there?

After 31 dates (and counting) with 19 women over three months, I’ve learned a lot. I’ve got some good things going for me, but I’m no model and I’m not a born player. I’ve been fortunate enough to be involved with a series of inspiring, brilliant, and beautiful women – and insomuch as I can help others find love, I’m going to share what I know on this blog.

Follow along on my journey as I try to get back to having merely 99 problems.