"If you're on a dating website you WILL be approached by a fraudster. There's no 'if', 'maybe', 'but'. It will happen." - Det. Supt. Brian Hay, Queensland Police. Insights aired on April 1st, 2014 on SBS. The TV show brought together victims, police, dating site Oasis.com and Western Union representatives to talk about online dating
I am always amazed at the amount of time people seem to be spending on online dating. For some people I have to wonder what they are even doing on dating sites… Firstly: Invest in your profile. You do not need to spend money if you really can’t afford it but either way make your
I cannot speak for every woman out there but these are my rules and regulations when it comes to messaging me anywhere. BE POLITE. How difficult is it to be polite to another human being? Say, hello, my name is so and so. I see that you _______ (insert distinctive hobby or past time). Obviously
[blank_spacer height="12px" width="1/1" el_position="first last"] [spb_text_block pb_margin_bottom="no" pb_border_bottom="no" width="1/2" el_position="first"] A few weeks ago I caught up with a long-time friend. We had not actually talked to each other in years except for the occasional comments and likes on Facebook. Anyway we decided to meet up for a coffee. We have quite a lot in
A message I received from a random guy. I did not even bother to check his profile. But he obviously did not like my checklist.
As a rule of thumb, after 7-8 messages you should know if there is a chance that you may be compatible, and then you should meet just to confirm and see how things go. I am not against long distance relationships, I have previously been in one that lasted for over 2 years. We lived in different countries and would only get to see each other every 3 months. If I had to do it again I would. I have absolutely no regrets, we had an awesome time, but that’s a story for another time.
Finally the big day had arrived. I was actually going to meet Lee, after what had been months of ups and downs, the end to an emotional roller-coaster that had left my head spinning. Of course there was a part of me that had hoped Toby would still change his mind, like my knight in shining armor saving me from a terrible disaster, but it did not happen. In fact we had just stopped communicating altogether which was sad but there was nothing I could do to change his mind. All my focus was now on Lee and I was so excited, like a love struck teenager, although there was still a doubt niggling at the back of my mind. So far every time we had made plans the big meeting had failed to happen, surely this time would be different though, he couldn’t miss a wedding and let his children down, at least that’s what I told myself to keep my nerves holding steady.
I adored Toby. We had chemistry together, a real and tangible connection. There was no doubt about it. That’s one of the reasons why I couldn’t understand where his lack of confidence came from, why he kept asking me if he was the right man for me. I mean, wasn’t it obvious? If I thought he wasn’t the man for me I wouldn’t even bother talking to him let alone seeing him and wanting to be with him as much as I did. We talked about everything. There was never an awkward silence between us. Lee might have made me feel sexy and wanted, and maybe he even represented that little bit of danger we sometimes think we want, but Toby made me feel alive. I don’t think he ever even asked me if I wear sexy lingerie, he accepted me for who I am and wanted me for me.
Meet Toby. When I first saw his picture, there was definitely something about it that attracted me to him. I’m not sure exactly what it was, the physique, the attention to detail or just the openness of his expression, I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Teddy bear is a word that came to mind. Perhaps that means that subconsciously I was already imagining hugs and cuddles with him. In some ways he reminded me of my ex-boyfriend even though they did not look alike, but I really liked what I was seeing. Combine that with the simple, straight to the point profile and the fact that he was English and tall, I was definitely won over, you could even say a lost cause.
We would all like to think that we are the perfect woman. Or at the very least close to it, I mean, no one is perfect really, and so maybe perfection is not the word I’m really looking for. I think most women would like to be seen as a good person and be the best girlfriend or something like that, for others to be able to see their true essence, the goodness that lives within. That said there is absolutely no denying that we would all like to meet the perfect man. My perfect man would be tall, at least 180cm, that’s 5ft 9, and most definitely English. Those are the first two pre-requisites in my search for Mr Right, my very own Fifty Shades of Grey without the over the top kinky stuff…