As Zoosk thinks I reside in Ridgewood, New Jersey, rather than the less familiar Ridgewood in Queens, New York, it offers me only New Jersey woman who are too far away; and I can’t seem to recircuit their offerings for me.
Were some of these inept websites really fronts for other kinds of biz?
I checked out and chemistry.com, even filling out questionnaires that seemed incomplete, because they didn’t address dimensions important to me.
Once she left New York, around 2003, I began to socialize more—to go to concerts, art openings, lectures, etc.
that I might have otherwise not attended, did they not offer the opportunity to meet a desirable woman.
I remember noticing that women advertising in the claimed cultural sophistication, usually measured by listing artistic preferences and/or the wish to travel to exotic places (thus implicitly discouraging those unfamiliar with Picasso or Paris).
Though other seekers seized the unprecedented opportunity of discovering potential lovers residing elsewhere in the world, I did not.
I sense an increased reluctance to accept heterosexual overtures except in circumstances where they are sought.
The contemporary truth is, simply, that boys don’t meet girls as they used to.
None of these forays worked, not even minimally; I’m not sure why not.
Only after checking with others do I sense that my disappointment with such old-style social situations is not unique.
There were “mixers” between Brown and Pembroke, as the women’s college was then called.
Though I went to them, nothing significant resulted.
I also recall meeting a matchmaker who treated me to drinks at a midtown hotel before requesting a thousand dollars—a cool grand—for her services.