Sunday 14 August 2011

The Measure of A Man

A good profile requires a few elements to my mind, whether it’s facebook or anywhere else 

1 - A picture. I wouldn’t talk to anyone without a picture, so why should they? As reluctant as I am to reveal personal information, I think some context is required to this blog so that you understand that I am not a fatty, or physically deformed or really particularly remarkable looking at all, so here you go.
  There is a reason it's cut off at the waist.

2 – Information people can identify with. I think it's better not to have a list of favourite music if that list only contains your favourite three Bavarian oompah bands. So my list of music is massive and contains something from pretty much every genre. It currently reads as follows:

Muse Prince David Bowie Jamiroquai Megadeth Yeah Yeah Yeahs Janelle Monae The Blues Brothers Public Enemy Free Portishead Florence and the Machine Primal Scream Kings Of Leon Mastodon Tom Lehrer Alkaline Trio Chase N Status Wagner Fleet Foxes Dinosaur Jr. Pink Floyd Coheed and Cambria Gilbert and Sullivan Oasis Guns N' Roses Film soundtracks Savage Garden The Rolling Stones MGMT The Prodigy The Who The Smashing Pumpkins


If I see something I really like on someone else’s profile I add it to mine. I don’t think there’s anything dishonest about this, it’s just stuff I’ve forgotten about. My films and books are on similar lines.

3 – Something easy to respond to. I think it’s really difficult to come up with something to say in your first message. You can’t really ask them what music they like when they’ve already listed it. I added the following in my X section.

I once killed a bear with my bear hands. That's why I call them that. Ask him, he'll tell you.


It’s a silly little touch, but I think people like that, and even the least imaginative person should be able to say “how do you ask him if he’s dead” or “bears can’t talk” if they can’t think of anything else to start with.

4 – Basic information. (skip if you like) Briefly, I put my height as 5’9 (one more inch than I actually am, but I figure everyone lies here and this is a small enough deviation that most people won’t pick up on it), I put I was vegetarian (because i am, there seem to be a lot of others, and i think the “ping” you get on meeting another outweighs the slight inconvenience with everyone else). After great debate i put myself as a non-smoker. Again, admitting to my 2 cigarettes a week could mean a “ping,” with some, but there are a lot of people out there who hold you in revulsion if you’ve ever even held a cigarette, and i am effectively a non-smoker when around other non-smokers. I decided I’d admit to my decent salary because there are surely not many people who would regard that as showboating.


Eventually I was happy that my profile was welcoming, full of things to latch on to, proved I was fairly normal (not creepy? surely?), and didn’t look self-consciously thorough (there are quite a few largely filler sections I didn’t bother with).

Whilst I was here I quickly did my first search of people nearby. Interestingly OKCupid tells you how often people reply to messages. Depressingly, at least 50% of girls reply “very selectively,” but I quickly found someone who hadn’t had any messages for a whole week. Meet Subject001.


A young girl was found brutally murdered...


I could see why people hadn’t gone crazy about her, but once I’d thought about it for a while I thought she was actually quite pretty. She wasn’t fat or too tall, she was a vegetarian. Most interestingly, she had recently moved to my nearby home town, while I had moved to hers. Coincidence? It seemed like a good place to start. I sent the following message.


Me: Hi, you seem interesting. I'm from THERE originally; maybe I could show you around? 

Her: And I just moved from HERE to THERE. Coincidence? Yes.

I think THERE is easier than HERE- it is small and full of tourists so no-one can tell that you have no idea what you're doing, which is fortunate for me!

Oh, also you have excellent hair. U imagine you have many strangers try to subtly twang it... maybe it's just me that does that... I promise I'm not as much of an internet nutter as I currently sound.


Well, in that case you probably have a lot more to tell me then I could tell you. York is very pretty manageable but it can feel a little like going back to your primary school.

And it's not just you. There are some people who treat me like a ball of yarn.

I think everyone sounds slightly crazy when you look at their typing for too long.

This might sound a little forward, but given my predicament you are already one of my best friends from here. I'm away tomorrow until tuesday but if you're free sometime after I'd really love to discover some places other than the supermarket.


Following this, there were no responses.


Saturday 13 August 2011

Episode 1: A New Hope

Since I returned to the north I have noticed the following differences between there and here.
 
1 No one cleans up after their dogs.

2 There are many, many more midgets, morbidly obese people, morbidly anorexic people, morbidly tall people and other assorted freaks than i am used to. It is the human equivalent of deepest amazon in its biodiversity.

3 I know no one. Or more importantly, no one knows me yet. So I feel a divine calling to bring the divine word of SomeGuy to this exotic and untamed land.

Unfortunately meeting people requires knowing people. Which requires meeting people. Society is a mobius strip and I am in the third dimension. So with my determination honed by point three, my curiosity piqued by point two and my courage undaunted by point one, I invite you to accompany me on my voyage into the world of online dating, as i bravely dive....


INTO THE SARLAAC!

I began by perusing the available websites. As with all such decisions, I began with wikipedia’s comparison of online dating sites page. I needed somewhere popular but free (given the obvious vested interests of a website you have to pay for if you are still single).
My first stop was the web’s most popular dating site, eharmony. Eharmony was clearly designed by women who believe that there is one special person out there that you are destined to live with happily ever after. It then submits you to about an hour of pschobabblitical analysis, searches for Johnny Depp, panics when it realises there is only one of him and he’s married and then explodes.
In my case it finished its touchy feelly, uncomfortably probing survey with a message that is best summarised with the words “ERROR! ERROR! YOU ARE A DICK! ABORT! ABORT!” It was at this point i realised that I was far too good for eharmony.
In its defence I believe in my haste I had probably mischosen. Eharmony was probably correct in its analysis that my purpose and its own were at odds. In fact if you want to learn a little bit more about yourself, I would heartily recommend it. Truth is, I am not looking for a soul mate. I already know who that is and have long since abandoned my dream of meeting Vanilla Ice.

 'tis better to have loved and lost...

So i started with what is usually the best place to begin any decisions, the Wikipedia comparison of online dating sites. Being entirely convinced of the stupidities of paying for it, i needed something in the middle of the casual/serious scale and with as many members as possible, and that means okcupid.com. I signed up, I created a profile; you can see how I started in the next entry.