They're really quite different environments.
I think I'm better at presenting myself in person than in text. And I'm better (if only nominally) at liking someone from a brief personal presentation than a brief textual one. I can read a profile and decide I have something to talk to them about, but I haven't read a profile and felt attraction yet. But I can do that in five minutes of exchange of conversation. Just ferreting through profiles to do that...yeah, nsm with the continued trying.
Break time. I think I impressed the philosophy major by knowing what predicate logic is.
I think I knew that once.
Note to self: Do not attempt nerd speed dating.
I am not good at any of those things, but I am thinking of re-activating my online account after settling in next fall.
ita, it was a nice day, and I am not harried which I think is a win. I've got a bag of clothes and toys to take to the thrift store tomorrow, and another bag of vintage stuff to ebay over the weekend.
So far I took out the recycling in the rain, epoxied my mug handle back on, had cat run through the epoxy, grabbed cat, soaked indignant cat's paw in rubbing alcohol, discovered I'd grabbed the rubbing alcohol and vinegar mixture I use for my ears, cleaned an increasingly squirmy cat's paw off, rinsed now-cuisinart cat's paw in the sink and now I think I'll have a wee drink. As a pickle-scented Loki glares at me as he washes and washes and washes.
Best I don't try dating.
Yay Tom!
I wound up doing better out of online dating than speed dating, though I did enjoy the speed dating quite a lot. They're really quite different environments.
Oh yeah. I think I'm too picky online, so it's good for me to just get out there in person.
The Zmayhemi went to the beach today. Matilda ran along the water's edge and was cute enough that Japanese tourists wanted to take pictures with her. Emmett built a complex of sand castles.
Then we had fruit tart and cookies. Matilda took a nap. Emmett scored Terminator 1 and 3 for cheap at Amoeba and now it's dark already.
A good snippet of writing from my current favorite baseball writer.
Agents know things that will make them more money. Their hearts pump not blood, but a viscous, green sludge that is made from liquified hundred dollar bills and the tears of children who were just told their favorite player signed with the Yankees.
Chikat, is your Forester really noisy?
Yes, it is. That's its biggest drawback, IMO.