Recent dates

BEN
We met on the internet. His pictures were sporadic and most seemed quite dated and antiquated, but he had a sweetness and originality that was hard to ignore. As a date, he invited me to fly a kite with him. We decided to exchange numbers and converse in text for mutual convenience. We found we had a lot to say to one another. Through circumstance and inconvenience, one thing and then another our first date was delayed by nearly ten days. During that time we texted a lot, and got to know each other fairly well, we exchanged over 1500 texts. We even had a disagreement where we didn’t speak for 36 hours and I erased his number to keep from harassing him. During this long virtual affair and courtship, I explained the science of smell and pheromones to him repeatedly. “It’s all about smell” I would tell him.
“Not your after shave, or deodorant or any of that, but your natural smell.” When he insisted he smelled good, I would have to patiently explain that it wasn’t about good or bad , but about a man smelling RIGHT to a particular woman. He seemed to understand, and when we connected really well we would take turns expressing the sentiment that we both hoped he would smell right to me. By the time we met in person, we had both become fond of our daily chats and contact. We argued and still enjoyed each other’s perspective and take on the world. We were close.
Our date was to take a walk down town, to look at a few fountains, the water front, we snuggled together to stare at the stars, in the Japanese garden at night; and finally busted into a church yard and play like kids on the swings. I had a great time with Ben, and we had walked and talked all over town, but he did not smell right. He lent me a movie and got his roommate to drive us each home. I am fond of him and continue to text him. I value his friendship.

ANDY
Andy was a pen pal for a while. And really makes me laugh. He takes me in hand with a bit of humor and a bit of a lecture. He chides and kids and makes blunt statements. We have not met and are both to busy to do so, but we flirt and chat, and discuss life in both absurd and serious ways. I am fond of him. We live several hours apart and our lifestyles make meeting unlikely, so we exchanged interesting letters several times a week. Andy has promised to help me write a better profile to keep the creeps at bay, while helping me draw in the men I might find more worth my time. Its true I’ve had some real sleazy creeps come on to me, and had actually cancelled my account because of it. But I missed the way I could say totally abstract and absurd things to someone that just seemed to GET it, so I had to create a new account and go back looking for him. I even stated in my profile to “contact me if” and posted his user name. Then I made reference to a particular nonsensical joke we had made up together. It was Andy’s turn to laugh, evidently this was hilarious to him, and we picked up right where we had left off.

FRIRISH
This was my first online dating contact. He was handsome, hard to get, and really adorable sounding. We flirted a bit and I got him to text me. It was clear that he was only interested in casual sex, since he asked to meet me several times, then made references to throwing pennies at my window. When I made references to meeting by daylight and the importance of smell in female attraction, he didn’t seem to know how to respond. He claimed to be sick to get me to come care for him, and I refused. When I suggested he find a way to talk to me about something besides sex, he ceased contact with me. Even with several pictures that I was assured by him and others were very hot, I didn’t hear from him again. Sad. I was taken by the idea of a French Irish man, and scoring myself a very cute and somewhat exotic boyfriend.