Friday, August 12, 2011
The New Yorker has had a rather prominent role in my dating history. A while back while reading devotedly through the stack that inevitably accumulates, I ran across the issue in the photo above, complete with post-it note. As I recall, my date agreed that he, too, would be carrying the current issue of the New Yorker--and, while I could be distinguished by my cowboy boots, he would be wearing a black leather jacket.
I was most entertained by the recent piece in the New Yorker about on-line dating. The subtitle, Sex, love and loneliness on the Internet encompasses the concerns I had about dating after my husband left me for another woman. Would I ever fall in love again? If I didn't, what about sex? Even in a troubled marriage sex is often a lot easier to find than when the marriage is history and you're 55. "All I want is dinner and sex--not necessarily in that order," I told my friends when I confessed that I'd been stalking men in cyberspace. As for the loneliness?--you probably have no have no idea unless you've been there. If dogs were able to acquire language with thorough repetition and practice, mine would have become fluent long before I got back into the dating game.
The Internet and dating seemed to me to be an unseemly combo when I first considered it, but before I knew it I was scrolling through the possibilities on Match, Chemistry, and e-Harmony. You can read about how that went HERE if you didn't read it when it came out back in February. And take a look at the New Yorker article, too. One in six new marriages result from on-line match ups. It must be the algorithms. Um.
....Don't know much about geography
Don't know much trigonometry
Don't know much about algebra
Don't know what a slide rule is for....
But, to paraphrase Sam Cook it could be a wonderful world for a lot of people if those theories add up.