Tales from the trenches on line dating
The rest of the time he talks about how hard it is to be left-handed in a right-handed world. Stanford walks over, and to my relief it’s not really him, but we’ll still call him Stanford anyway, because he too managed to mention Stanford a million times in our 5 minute conversation. I’m not expecting this so I laugh, and I tell him the same thing.He then asks me if I had been at the last couple speed dating events. I tell him, “no,” and, Stanford tells me that he loves speed dating because there is a process to it and a predictable routine. Somehow, I don’t know how, but we got through the night.We people-watch the bar, and notice that all the guys there (all 5 of them) have that Silicon Valley, techy look, complete with the (fill-in-the-blank) tech company embroidered polo shirts, and jeans. Anyway, he inherited the nickname, Stanford since he went to Stanford for grad school and always managed to mention Stanford at least a dozen times every time we talked.Given my past experience with dating introverted engineering-types, I can already tell that this night is going to be fun. I wonder how many of these events our friend has worked. Him, is “Stanford”, a guy who I dated for a couple weeks, who then broke up with me through a text message. It was almost like a drinking game, which probably would have made things more interesting.Me: “Well, I mean people who like to categorize others but don’t like it when it’s done to them.” Needless to say the rest of the date didn’t go so well and we never saw each other again.
She suddenly gets quiet, stops really responding to my attempts at conversation, and just seems uncomfortable all around. I thought you enjoyed video games.” Her: “Well, I’ve dated game testers before and I don’t think I could be with another one.” Me: “Oh I see, you’re one of those people.” Her (Angry and Annoyed): “What do you mean, “those” people?
Socially awkward or what I like to call, Aspy engineers galore! Being a Behavior Analyst who works with Autistic children, I should have been in my element being surrounded by so much social awkwardness.
No amount of behavioral training or dating could have prepared me for this. When we got to the place, there were only 5 guys, and 1 other girl at the bar. I entertained the idea of giving a fake name – something I probably did a dozen times in college when out with my girlfriends – except we’ve already registered online, and the girl running the whole thing already has our names. Rachel and I sit down in one of the booths, waiting to see if any more people will stroll in.
She’s pretty, into video games, a fellow homeowner, and she has a good sense of humor.
The date is going well, we’re talking, laughing, and she seems to be into me.Ive been serial dating on yahoo personals for about two weeks.