If you're reading this, you're probably one of the rare women who ventured outside of her inbox to run her own search, or perhaps you clicked on my picture, interested in what story it may tell. I don't blame the others, really, for not visiting. They're swamped with stupid emails from men, wading through the garbage of those employing the mass spamming tactic, or blunt sexual nonsense. Not a lot of time for much else. But you're here.
Unfortunately, though there is a story behind my picture of the time I went hopping freight trains during the summer, or of the picture where I defeated the Master Control Program (that one may or may not be fictitious) I don't have the glorious profile summary you were no doubt seeking. All you'll find is this, a death knell of my efforts once upon a time of internet dating. The futility has claimed me, after years of hard work. Sifting through moronic profiles that say nothing of substance, writing to so many who did show promise but met with silence time and again. I'll visit and flirt with memory from time to time to keep my account current; email me if you wish, and you have something to say. Until then...
I lay my weary head to rest.
I really would rather have a first date as quickly as comfortably possible after making written contact. I don't answer/write to people who have short or nonexistent profiles, so if we're talking then I already have a high interest.
What I tend to do is this: A long walk somewhere for icebreaking. The ocean, an easy hiking trail, off a short pier. This should be enough time to see if the person is right. After that, we can do anything, typically dinner if we're still interested, as long as everything I ask you isn't "I don't know." (That was long date, for sure)