Robo-date Lesson 1: Assume your date is a serial killer. Then enjoy your cocktail.

By On September 6, 2009 · 1 Comment

This morning I had brunch with two of my old roommates from college. Turns out they are both preggers.  Eight years ago we were all on the same trajectory: graduation in May, first job, yaddah yaddah.  But somewhere down the line they got married. Then got baby bumps around the same time that I found myself suddenly single.  So while they sat there talking about lactation, I was texting with Matthieu, the French guy who was up next in my dating pipeline.

They asked how this match thing is going. I told them the truth: if you assume that everyone you’re meeting is a serial killer, it’s nothing but pleasant surprises.

I didn’t know anything about Matthieu.  Except that his profile picture is him wrestling with a webcam so I thought this made him one of two things 1) funny and quirky or 2) crazy.

He already told me he likes cats, so I was leaning towards crazy. I very clearly explained in my profile my stance on felines.  Absolutely NOT, unless they are lions.   So I had zero expectations for our lunch date.  When he arrived I gave him a kiss on each cheek (because I’m French like that) and we took seats on the patio outside.  Just as we were doing the whole “how was your weekend” schpeal, my stomach seized. This social experiment seemed so pointless. I was tired, I didn’t have energy, I had already EATEN.  And I realized that I was so close to the side walk that I could just tuck and roll right onto the street and run right home…

But I stuck it out.

Turns out that Matthieu is actually an interesting person. We talked about traveling, his job as the head of North American Business Operations for a company whose name I can’t spell, the Cubs, rugby, winter… He didn’t know how to respond exactly when I asked him if he is a serial killer.  (And his awkwardness only affirmed my suspicion that he may, in fact, have bodies in the freezer.) But other than that, it was fine.  He asked if I would like to go out again.  Truth told, I don’t really care one way or the other, but it was nice of him to ask.

And slowly, one date at a time, my cyber self is helping to remind my city self that it’s ok to give men who want to date me the benefit of the doubt.  At least in the beginning.

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