He had big, dark, kind eyes, and his three photos included an older one featuring him with long hair.
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Some folks back in DC spoke enviously of my chance to "become whatever you want," which didn't resonate.
I was thirty-eight and basically liked who I was; it was my surroundings I wanted to change, not me. I openly stared at the beautiful young men who congregate here like pigeons and taxis.
I'd certainly been in no room, building, or even block of the city with so many intriguing eligibles.
It did seem absurd to have to computer-date in the most bachelor-dense city in the land, but here was a promising new neighborhood of Sex City, a better way to bring the relationship seekers together.
I didn't know yet that the paradoxical self-description is the clichè of online dating, so under Why You Should Get to Know Me, I put independent yet loving, sincere yet funny/ironic, tomboy yet sexy, and I made bettyveronica my handle.
Making a big deal of my contradictions felt forthright, as if I were also admitting to my less attractive loner dyads: impatient yet tenacious, judgmental yet acceptance-preaching, critical and thin-skinned. 8Glass wrote me after I'd been on a week or so, opening with Sorry I haven't written earlier, but I wanted to give you enough time to fool around with the other guys around here, 'cause I figure if we end up liking each other (and I'm hard pressed to see how we're going to avoid it), I don't want you wondering forever, "What would it have been like with that cute guy from the Netherlands who had that featured ad, or that half-naked Calvin Klein pinup boy? I clicked onto his profile: he hadn't showed up in my search because his ad was hidden from all except those he contacted.
He lived in the East Village, my favorite neighborhood and only six subway stops away. I labored happily for a half hour over my three-sentence response.
I asked if his handle meant he chomped shards like some carnival freak or if he was the eighth sibling in Salinger's family of geniuses.
For the "celebrity he resembled most" he put "the Holy Ghost"-check.