In a momentary lapse of reason, I unhid my profile on Match recently and the oddest thing happened. A lovely, but not blatant scam lovely woman sent me a "like", which I of course responded to. Long story short, our compatibility was off the charts. She was a successful professional in the med space. I'd been perusing profiles for a week or so, before unhiding my profile and did recall seeing hers. It seemed genuine, although I considered her just a bit out of my league. Back to the compatibility thing.
1. She wanted to learn how to shoot to get her CCW - I'll be going through the process in a bit myself. Like Kansas, damned NC requires an 8 hour course that I could teach, myself; but I digress.
2. She wanted to learn how to be a better cook - I've been seeking someone to cook with / for
2a. She loved Indian food and in particular Tikka Masala - I make a fucking awesome Tikka Masala
3. She was looking for advice on buying a Porsche - I'm a Porsche head
3a. "A bunch of my friends drive Cayennes." - I've been mulling over buying a Cayenne
Obviously, some of my interests are present on my profile; I have pictures of me making pasta, shooting, and working on my previous Porsche. But the Tikka Masala was just spooky, because I don't mention Indian food at all.
Other red flags:
She was over the top excited about meeting me; really over the top. Capitalizing YOU over the top.
I asked for her number, to which she agreed, but she didn't give it to me. After two more requests, she said she wanted my number so she could call me. My sensors had been pinging in my ears the whole time, but the phone thing caused me to disengage and rehide my profile yesterday. Today, just for grins, I went to reread our conversation to see if I'd been overly sensitive to red flags and she'd vanished.
That's fucking weird, man.
While I'm on the subject of dating, I have mixed feelings there. There's a very large part of me that's just over the whole meeting someone thing. Perhaps I don't feel my skin is sufficiently thick anymore or more likely, I'm tired of winding up with really fucked up women. To be clear, I recognize I'm pretty fucked up, myself due to my intimacy issues that caught fire again while I lived in Kansas. Not to mention I feel like a fat load at the moment. I've put on a few pounds and the closest thing to working out I've done has been carrying boxes around. I figure I have some time to think about it because I'm not bringing anyone over with my house littered in empty boxes full of packing material. Hopefully, packing will be mostly complete end of next week. Any longer and the damned boxes will become furniture that I don't notice...
