I always think Match is going to be a good idea.. It makes sense that eligible bachelor/bachelorettes with busy work/ life schedules who are tired of the bar scene and all the games that come with it, would find another way to search for love. It’s easy, convenient, and kind of fun to ‘play the field’. But then I sign up, and remember this is a game that I completely suck at.
I feel like I’ve signed up for softball again, and I am once again the catcher. Juggling pitches, trying to recall who’s on first what’s on second, all while balls are flying at my face at irrational speeds. It’s time consuming, exhausting, and after you’ve spent hours sifting through and selected those few gentleman who seem worth the time, they disappear? Like Mr. Tall who I was supposed to go out with this week, but after one text, stopped responding? Dude- you texted me, how was my “yes a drink sounds lovely” text off putting?? And this brings me to what I really hate about it. The psyche out game you end up playing with yourself.
It’s that same vicious mental conversation you hear in your head as you approach the bag to hit “Ok, you can do this, keep your eyes on the ball, elbows up, follow through.. no pressure”. You know what you are supposed to do- send an email, be witty, intriguing, but keep it simple, blah blah.. but trust me- all of that thinking can become overwhelming! I also know it takes practice, and that the more balls I try to hit the higher my numbers are going to be. Perhaps Match is just my Batting Cage of Love (yes I just used that analogy) but all I want is a few of those strong connections, where you just feel it in the bat, and watch the ball go soaring.
So far, no such luck. Feeling kinda like the girl at the end of the cages, swinging at the air… WHIFF!
But, damn it, I'm going to keep on trying, and do my best to still look good, whiffing the ball or not.
I feel like I’ve signed up for softball again, and I am once again the catcher. Juggling pitches, trying to recall who’s on first what’s on second, all while balls are flying at my face at irrational speeds. It’s time consuming, exhausting, and after you’ve spent hours sifting through and selected those few gentleman who seem worth the time, they disappear? Like Mr. Tall who I was supposed to go out with this week, but after one text, stopped responding? Dude- you texted me, how was my “yes a drink sounds lovely” text off putting?? And this brings me to what I really hate about it. The psyche out game you end up playing with yourself.
It’s that same vicious mental conversation you hear in your head as you approach the bag to hit “Ok, you can do this, keep your eyes on the ball, elbows up, follow through.. no pressure”. You know what you are supposed to do- send an email, be witty, intriguing, but keep it simple, blah blah.. but trust me- all of that thinking can become overwhelming! I also know it takes practice, and that the more balls I try to hit the higher my numbers are going to be. Perhaps Match is just my Batting Cage of Love (yes I just used that analogy) but all I want is a few of those strong connections, where you just feel it in the bat, and watch the ball go soaring.
So far, no such luck. Feeling kinda like the girl at the end of the cages, swinging at the air… WHIFF!
But, damn it, I'm going to keep on trying, and do my best to still look good, whiffing the ball or not.
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