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A female journalist/digital media strategist's wry account of how she used mathematics, data analysis and spreadsheets to locate the love of her life. Time was running out for 30-something Webb, who desperately wanted to get married and start a family. So she followed the guidance of friends and family and tried online dating "to cast a very wide net" and find "an ideal man." Sadly, her computer matches were less than inspiring. Some blatantly misrepresented themselves; others were bores, dorks, egotists, mooches, sex fiends or married men on the make. Webb finally comprehended that she was not getting better answers for two reasons: her own lack of specificity about what she desired in a potential spouse and the absence of a private system to help her discover which matches would make great dates. She developed a record of 72 desired features, which she subsequently boiled down to 25, ranked and numerically weighted according to value. Webb afterward went to work revamping her online profile in order to get the most answers from the best possible matches for her. To get the data she needed to do this, she created several profiles for fictional guys with the characteristics she sought. All of the females who responded seemed superficial, but Webb also saw they were among the most popular with the most appealing and successful men. Subsequently she had a flash of insight: Regardless of their real world achievements, "these women were approachable and appeared easy to date." Armed with this particular knowledge, the writer recreated her on-line image to promote herself as "the sexy-girl-next-door" rather than a competitive, neurosis-stricken workaholic. Ultimately, she got her guy, "a storybook wedding" and the longed-for child. But some readers may wonder how the things Webb "discovers" about successful dating through her research might have eluded her in the first place. Nice, geeky fun.
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After yet another online dating catastrophe, Amy Webb was about to cancel her JDate membership when an epiphany struck: It wasn't that her standards were too high, as women are often told, but that she was not valuing the appropriate data in suitors' profiles. That nighttime Webb, an award winning journalist and digital-strategy pro, made a thorough, exhaustive listing of what she did and did not want in a partner. The result: seventy two demands ranging from the expected (clever, amusing) to the super-particular (likes chosen musicals: Chess, Les Misrables. Not Cats. Must not enjoy Cats!).
I deleted without a reply and/or blocked the egregious time-wasters. One of the fastest ways to get frustrated from online dating is participating with people who actually don't meet the standards of what you are looking for. If a man contacted me who appeared otherwise cute/smart/fine but said he wasn't looking for a serious relationship or wasn't kinky, I would send him a polite note back that I was flattered he wrote me but I didn't believe we would work out. Men who were simply egregiously not what I was looking for only got blown off. For instance,I'm 27 and my profile expressly stated that I was searching for guys under age 35. I suppose it is possible that some 39-year old and I could have found everlasting love, but I wanted to date someone close to my own age. That didn't stop more than a few guys in their late 30s, 40s and even 50s from contacting me. Why, I actually don't know. But I simply deleted or blocked them without apology. And no, I'm not sorry.
I posted tons of other images of myself. I set a lot of thought into composing my profile and it showed. However, my general consensus of the way the average man uses an internet dating site is he looks at graphics to see if he's brought to her and then scans the profile for red flags. As I stated before, online dating is sort of like shopping, so I made sure to sell myself as best I could. I've plenty of pics to reveal the entire extent of how cute and amazing I 'm --- the make-up-less pic as well as more glamorous photos.
I decided what was not important to me.I was fortunate, in a sense, that I had first-hand experience with people having truly slow standards. Those of you who've followed the Ex-Mr. Jessica Saga know all about the letter he sent me after we broke up, in which he listed 10 reasons why he did not desire to be together anymore. A number of the reasons were completely reasonable. However, some of them were just plain dumb, like how he wanted to date someone who loved playing board games. Free Sex Dating near Gitwinksihlkw British Columbia. Board games! Yes, board games. Don't even ask me to clarify that one.So, anyway, when I started online dating, I had a those really special things that I cared about --- like dating a traditional guy --- and then tons of other items that was whatever." As a result, I went on dates with guys from all races, income levels, political opinions --- and board game players and non-board game players alike! I have seen too many profiles say I could never date a Republican!" and I believe that's such a pity. I dated a Republican I met online for a month and though we ultimately weren't correct for each other for non-politics reasons, we had some really amazing conversations. It would have been a pity not to date him simply because he voted for Bush (twice).
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