Internet Love Stories

It’s a cold rainy Sunday afternoon as I sit inside the warm coffee shop, slowly taking sips of my three dollar latte while waiting.

The anxiety is building up and I can feel the butterflies fluttering about in my stomach. Every second of waiting feels like an eternity. Where the heck is she?I had met her on the popular online dating site Plenty of Fish. I had finally hit pay dirt after messaging twenty other prospects and failing miserably. The initial email exchange was flirty and well received by both parties. There was definitely some initial attraction and not to mention, that her two well chosen profile pictures revealed her to be quite a knock-out.

I hear the coffee shop door swing open. My head quickly turns to see who it is. Dang, it’s not her. She is running about ten minutes late now and I’m sitting here all by myself, stewing in anxiety, which is enough to make my palms sweat. This is my first time ever meeting someone from an online dating site, after all, shouldn’t it be normal to be so nervous?As I take another sip from my mug, I glance up to see another woman walk through the door. Oh my god, that’s her!

She glances around the shop until her eyes finally reach mine. She recognizes me and walks over, immediately apologizing for being so late. As we make our formal introductions she orders a coffee and sits down across from me. Little do I know, the gauntlet is about to begin. I’ve barely said more than several words to her and she is already giving me the twenty questions routine. I’m stuttering trying to answer each one, but the barrage of inquiries keep on coming: What do you do for work? Where do you live? Where are you from? How many dates have you gone on? How much do you make? Do you like cats or dogs? etc.

Ack! This is terrible. It’s like a job interview, except I don’t get to ask any questions in return. Any attempts I make to turn the conversation towards her is quickly rebutted. She offers no information about herself. The entire situation, to say the least, is incredibly awkward. Then out of nowhere, she quiets down and glares at me with a menacing snarl. “Are you staring at my breasts?” she asks.

Oh crap! In my attempt to deliver answers to her ongoing questions, my eyes had drifted down from her face and yes, I was indeed, staring directly into her cleavage. Not that I did this on purpose, but I am a man and as most men can attest, we have tendencies to let our eyes wander from time to time. I am guilty as charged, so I apologize and explain that I didn’t mean it. She is still glaring at me with a stern expression on her face and says, “You’re not the one.”

With that final statement she gets up and walks out the door. The date hadn’t lasted more than twenty minutes and I managed to blow the whole thing. Although, I suppose the first time meeting someone online is usually an awkward experience. I can’t help but feel that with a few more dates and a little more practice, I’ll eventually find someone who clicks. After all, there are plenty of fish in the sea.

About the Author:Matt Savage is a writer and blog author who specializes in dating and online dating topics. He also publishes the Plenty of Fish Dating Tips blog which focuses on research, analysis and tips for the dating scene.

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