By Kat Richter
The idea for my experiment came to me, as all great ideas do, over margaritas at Xochitl in Society Hill. "I have a week left until my 25th birthday," I lamented to my friend, a fellow graduate of the small liberal arts college I'd chosen despite its deplorable male-to-female ratio. I hadn't been on a date in over six months. My last boyfriend--my
"You should try Match," my friend suggested.
As in Match.com?
"I don't think so."
"But there are so many interesting guys out there," she urged. "Don't anthropologists like meeting new people?"
She had me there. I doubted that I'd find my soul mate on the internet but I'd been living in
That was eighteen months, 75 dates and 30 men ago.
With a copy of the Royal Anthropological Institute's Code of Ethics at a my side (and a cursory knowledge of what worked and what didn't work on Sex and the City), I devised a personal code of conduct to see me through my little research project and agreed, after seven first dates, to meet an eighth prospect from Match.com at a bar just of Rittenhouse Square.
At just a month into my "Great Date Experiment" I didn't know that a profile without a photograph comprises an automatic red flag, or that an almost-50 year old looking for a mistress of the twenty-something variety won't actually tell you he's looking for a mistress. Nor will he tell you that he's already married or old enough to be your father; you'll have to deduce these things on your own.
Math has never been my thing (especially after a glass of Chardonnay on an empty stomach) but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that "10 years since I got divorced" plus "15 years since my folks died" equals "Get me the heck out of here!"
It was at this point--the point when my date finally confessed to being 49 and not 39 like his profile said-- that I learned what it feels like to chug Chardonnay and subsequently came to understand why people don't generally do shots of wine. I've always been "mature" for my age but at 25, I had no interest in playing
I decided to start throw my hat back in the ring. I dated a successful
Did I end up finding the love of my life online? Not exactly--my longest relationship lasted only a few months--but my experiment yielded several unexpected results. First, when you date so many men that need an Excel spreadsheet to keep track of them, it's easier to recognize your modus operandi and break the bad patterns that lead to toxic relationships. Second, I fell in love--not with anyone in particular, but with the city of
So yes, the rumors are true. Sites like Match.com and eHarmony are full of socially awkward folk and middle-aged "creepsters" but conventional wisdom would suggest you've got to kiss a few frogs before your "research" starts to pay off.