Peeps, in case you didn’t notice, I have a girlfriend. Yup. I was about due for one of those. I’ll write a post or two and tell you how it went down. We just hit our two month anniversary and things are cruising along.
I Hate Match.com
I moved back to my hometown in June and immediately fired up my Match.com account. I hate Match, but the market for hot women is decent here, and I wanted to supplement my regular in-field game with some online stuff.
I had a flirtation with a 32-year-old MILF. I set THREE different dates with her and she flaked on all three, citing hangups with her ex-boyfriend as the ultimate reason why. I next’ed the MILF. I probably gave her two flakes too many, but she was hot, and blonde, and I’m a sucker for those.
Somewhere during my searches, I noticed a girl with some mediocre pictures…the girl was cute, but the pictures were so bad that it was hard to tell what she really looked like. Her profile was also really short, just a paragraph, and she mentioned something about being a “treehugger” and “looking for a guy that was environmentally conscious.” Well, I happen to be a bit of an eco-friendly fellow, so I emailed her:
“Hey girl, I’m a treehugger also. I’m also a co-author on a green blog and I’m going to Cafe XYZ on Sunday to sample their locally brewed, organic beers. Care to join me?”
Her reply: “Cool! I love that place. What time?”
And that was it. That was the complete and total extent of my online game. We exchanged phone numbers over email and set the date, which was only two days hence. Never talked on the phone. Throw all rules out the window.
Our First Meeting
So I met treehugger girl, who I am bequeathing the name Megan, at the cafe on Sunday. I was halfway expecting her to flake on me, as this was a match.com date, and that fact combined with her bad pictures had me coming in with low expectations. I figured at the very least, she would have a big ass.
I got there first. She showed up. I was shocked at how hot this girl was.
Looks: Pretty face, distinct features, nice brunette hair.
Body: Perfect Lance body. She was 108 lbs with a great ass, cute boobs, and lean. Turns out she marathons, so she’s in outstanding shape. I IMMEDIATELY imagined bonking her, which was a good sign.
Personality & smarts: She has a masters degree in sports physiology. And get this, she attended Florida State University as an undergrad, so we automatically had college football to talk about. I busted on her about that, as any Gator fan would. Conversation flowed solidly and we had plenty of things to connect on. Turns out she spent a year in the Peace Corp, so we talked extensively about travel.
Smell: This was the clincher. She smelled…I can’t even describe this properly…sexy/attractive/awesome. It wasn’t a smell like a real thing like, say, flowers, but whatever it was drove me nuts. Do me do me do me.
I bounced us to two additional bars and the date lasted for three hours. After the cafe, we went to a healthy food-themed bistro for smoothies, and then to a pool hall to play darts and watch the Olympics. Everything went great and I knew this was going somewhere. The fact that I could sit around and watch sports with a hot chick bumped her up multiple notches. And she smelled amazing.
We parted ways. No nooky or kissing, but that was fine.
Conclusions & Thoughts
I’ve been on so many dates in the last year that I’m completely not nervous or sketchy when I go on them now. When I met Megan, I felt like my game was pretty tight.
I got lucky as fuck meeting her. Everyone knows hot chicks with good pictures get dozens of emails, sometimes hundreds, and it can be a challenge (for the men) to stand out from the crowd. Well, because her pictures and her profile were lousy, she received a lot less traffic, which increased my chances of getting noticed. My email was short, but it hit her at exactly the right time and in the right way. She was tired of emailing back and forth with douchebaggy match guys (I found this out later), and was thrilled when a guy with a cool profile stepped up and asked her out. Simple and direct. If she had posted better pics, I probably wouldn’t be going out with her. Online dating is a pure numbers game.
Or maybe it’s FATE!!!!
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