The dating sites I use make finding “matches” deceptively simple. Swipe right if I like a photo; swipe left if I don’t. If the guy swipes right on me, “Boom!” (one of them actually says “boom”), then there is a match. We may or may not start communicating. If not, then, well, you just keep swiping.
Last night, at dinner with a few of my high school BFFs, I offered up my phone so they could participate in some vicarious swiping. They did what I do, which is carefully evaluate each one, then make a firm decision before moving on to the next photo. This went on for a minute or two. But, then, the daughter of one my friends and our waitress, wanted in on the action.
Her method was far different from ours. She leaned over the table, and swiped rapid-fire through the photos, swiping left on nearly every single one. While I calmly witnessed the hijacking of my love life, my friends were visibly (and audibly) upset. “What are you DO-ing?” “Stop. stop. stop.” “What’s she DOING?” “NO NO NO NO!”
Two entirely different perspectives. My friends were looking at these men as Potential. Our young conspirator knew what I know; there will always be more photos. This struck me with a mixture of both hope and sadness. Hope, because, there’s always that “maybe…”. Sadness, I think, for the same reason. The maybes, more often than not, remain only maybes. And I’m playing for keeps.
Which leads me to my list of maybes.
- The Belgian texted me and asked if… a) I’ve found my Prince Charming and b) if I remembered him. I only answered the second question. He asked me to join him for a drink, “no pressure,” and I said yes. He ended up canceling. Several days later, he asked if I was busy the next weekend. I didn’t answer this time.
- After telling Patch Guy I couldn’t see him again, we reconnected over our shared anticipation (ok, yes, obsession) for the new Jason Isbell album. He invited me to join him and his friends tailgating outside a Jimmy Buffet concert. I went for a bit, and had fun. But being friends with men is tricky business.
- Success Guy is traveling for the summer, and sends me texts and photos here and there. A possible maybe.
- RV Guy is off in the “sticks in Georgia,” and is doing some serious wandering. I think that’s all he is really serious about.
- The new guy, Sports Dad. Unlike most of the men I meet, Sports Dad is cautious. In person, he’s a low talker (yup, a Seinfeld reference). In his texting, he’s more animated and clearly interested. But, he does little to move that interest into reality. He’s smart and finds me funny (both essential ingredients), so I’m doing my best to squash my impatience and see where it goes. Another maybe.
This week’s songs are dedicated to Betsy, my partner in crime, mainly misdemeanors. I was lucky enough to have her join me in Nashville at the Grand Ole Opry to see Jason, Amanda and John Prine. They, for sure, were playing for keeps.