In a world where you can order blackberry juice via a BlackBerry to arrive at your front door within an hour, there is no doubt that the 21st century truly is the ‘online’ era.
Shopping, holidays, newspapers and pretty much whatever you can think of, now lives, in some form, on the webosphere. It was only natural that courting would follow suit. Now you might think I’m slightly behind the curve here, online dating has been around for yonks! Indeed, Match.com was founded in 1993, when I was just 3 1/2.
So yes, in that respect, this blog is a little late. But that’s not what this blog is about. This blog is about ‘talking’ about online dating – a phenomenon that, though between friends is becoming more common, on the whole is taboo. Despite the facts and figures that are thrust before us on the tube, there still seems to be a ‘desperate’ stigma attached to the process.
Finding someone online? Why can’t you find someone normally? This is the heart of the problem – ‘normal’. What is normal? Times evolve, things change, and like it or not, talk about it or not, courting online is rapidly becoming the new normal.
Even with this firm viewpoint, however, I wasn’t prepared for the facebook inbox message that awaited me last Thursday. It was from one of my best friends and read: “You’re going to hate me…”
Well in normal circumstances receiving a message from a friend with those words would spark curiosity, but with this friend, well it ignited clammy-handed fear.
“What have you done?”
“I have signed you up for plenty of fish.com – singles website and THE hottest guy fancies you like super fit! xxxxx It’s so fun-havent put your name or anything obvi”
That is correct, she had joined the website, added a selection of photos, written a profile – all as me. And then, under this masquerade, sent out numerous ‘flirts’ to strangers. Oh and, when thinking she was writing about the height of the man I’d be interested in, she ended up writing that I was 6ft. Which at a modest 5ft 6 (at a push) is rather off the mark.
Anyhow, I would have asked her to shut down the account…but her superlative caught me, if the ‘hottest’ guy had been in contact, well I can’t really miss that, can I?
So I’m off on a date with a 29-year-old Doctor next week. I’ll keep you posted.