Once upon a time, there was a lonely internet dater: me. To be frank, I had a hopeless photo, and not only that, a half-baked, lazy excuse for a profile. I wasn’t having huge amounts of luck with the ladies, suffice to say… Unbeknown to me however, there was one rather lovely lady sizing me up, but from a very safe distance, and she certainly wasn’t making any sort of a move in any sort of a hurry. And why not? (I’m a good-looking guy!) Well, in her own words, while she was attracted to a certain something about my picture, each time she came to the same conclusion – she had absolutely no desire whatsoever to date a guy who flipped burgers for a living at a certain well known fast food chain…
Ok – let’s put the record well and truly straight here. I have never flipped any sort of compressed meat product for any fast food joint, let alone one with a large goofy clown for a mascot.
So what on earth went wrong, how come the major, major misunderstanding? Ok, I knew the actual content of my profile was a bit on the sketchy side, but the picture of me holidaying in downtown Singapore amongst the neon and lights in my favourite cap and shirt was great wasn’t it? Cool and tanned, I was showing my sense of adventure, and that I’m well travelled and up for fun generally, wasn’t I?
How wrong could I be? Mistaking the red shirt and cap for a uniform, the neon backdrop just served to complete the dodgy illusion. And although I seemed to hold a fairly secure and long-term place in her favourites, she couldn’t quite bring herself to start up a dialogue, and time and time again, I somehow got pushed aside for somebody else... Sigh…
6 long months passed, then one day, on a whim, and after a particularly barren few weeks having exhausted all other options, throwing caution to the wind, and having nothing to lose, she sent me a mail, admitting later that she knew it would be a mistake.
We had a polite first date. Short and sweet, but long enough to arrange the next.
Then the second. Far longer than it was planned to be. Now it was impossible to ignore the chemistry; we discovered what a vast amount we had in common. She explained her reticence, and we had a good laugh over the misinterpretation of my photo. It was only after we’d parted to go our separate ways at the end of the night that the fragility of our meeting began to sink in; it was sheer luck that had brought us together, and I realized at that moment that I didn’t ever want her to get away.
She didn’t get away, and nor did she want to. We met again, and again… And now? We’re hopelessly in love, have the most gorgeous 8 month old twin daughters, and life couldn’t be better, yet from the lucky day my beloved decided to finally give me a chance to this day is just 2 short years.
So yes indeed – I do know all about internet dating, and I do know all too well the importance of sending the right message across through your profile! Words and images, on the unconscious as well as more obvious level – it matters! I shudder to think sometimes, of what might have been, or rather what might not have been… what a near miss. And by the way, this isn’t some hammed up publicity story designed to make you part with your cash – it’s our story, and totally genuine to the last detail. Check out www.twinfo.info for the rest if you want to know more!
And so, borne out of a very real need in this tricky game, Perfect dating profile was born…. Let this story be a lesson to you all – ever wonder who you’ve let slip through your fingers?