If that move was meant to flatter me, it didn’t work.
I checked out okcupid.com, which asked me so many questions, many of them dumb, that I gave up after providing eighty answers—enough already.
I joined Senior for a month and met some interesting women, one of them I saw again until I didn’t.
At least their offerings weren’t clogged by heterosexual beginners.
I sense an increased reluctance to accept heterosexual overtures except in circumstances where they are sought.
The contemporary truth is, simply, that boys don’t meet girls as they used to.
Her problem was that her stable of women, by her own descriptions, didn’t include anyone I’d want to meet.There were “mixers” between Brown and Pembroke, as the women’s college was then called.Though I went to them, nothing significant resulted.I remember noticing that women advertising in the claimed cultural sophistication, usually measured by listing artistic preferences and/or the wish to travel to exotic places (thus implicitly discouraging those unfamiliar with Picasso or Paris).Though other seekers seized the unprecedented opportunity of discovering potential lovers residing elsewhere in the world, I did not.So I checked again into dating services, returning to The Right Stuff, which was again the best for me, but also sampling others.