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Match.com Your Vacation
Do better single men live in another state?
Ever feel like the best men in the country must live in another state? When taking your next vacation, conduct a little internet dating experiment and see if it's true.
I live in Manhattan, where thirtysomethings and their dating trials and tribulations have been documented to death in Sex and the City and various pretenders to the throne. So much so, that when I travel, I feel like men expect me to be neurotic, superficial, and easy (only sometimes true).
After my long-distance relationship of two years blew up in my face this fall, I decided to try to make better choices in terms of who to get into the foxhole with. To improve the range of selecion, I committed to three months of internet dating. My content and attached girlfriends made me promise to do it full-on, putting as much or more into the process as I would a job or apartment search. And no wiping out on dates because I was jet-lagged (my main excuse for being anti-social) or felt fat or had a breakout or it was bad weather outside or there was nothing I wanted more than to just stay in and watch the new season of Lost. I had to get it up and keep it up, so to speak, for the whole three months. Then, and only then, could I definitively say I'd hit internet dating with my best shot.
Nerve.com seemed to be crawling with playas, eHarmony with geeks. I decided Match.com was the lesser evil among Net dating services and paid about $60 for three months. It took me a full week to create my profile, but I tried my best to think of it as fun. Above all, I strived to balance the heartfelt stuff with a measure of charm. What I learned from my Craigslist personals experience is that honesty is paramount. I can't enforce that on others, but I can enforce it on myself.
I live in Manhattan, where thirtysomethings and their dating trials and tribulations have been documented to death in Sex and the City and various pretenders to the throne. So much so, that when I travel, I feel like men expect me to be neurotic, superficial, and easy (only sometimes true).
After my long-distance relationship of two years blew up in my face this fall, I decided to try to make better choices in terms of who to get into the foxhole with. To improve the range of selecion, I committed to three months of internet dating. My content and attached girlfriends made me promise to do it full-on, putting as much or more into the process as I would a job or apartment search. And no wiping out on dates because I was jet-lagged (my main excuse for being anti-social) or felt fat or had a breakout or it was bad weather outside or there was nothing I wanted more than to just stay in and watch the new season of Lost. I had to get it up and keep it up, so to speak, for the whole three months. Then, and only then, could I definitively say I'd hit internet dating with my best shot.
Nerve.com seemed to be crawling with playas, eHarmony with geeks. I decided Match.com was the lesser evil among Net dating services and paid about $60 for three months. It took me a full week to create my profile, but I tried my best to think of it as fun. Above all, I strived to balance the heartfelt stuff with a measure of charm. What I learned from my Craigslist personals experience is that honesty is paramount. I can't enforce that on others, but I can enforce it on myself.
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