After our food arrived, he took one bite of his sandwich and declared that he was “stuffed.” Turns out, he’d had a gastric bypass surgery, but no longer followed the diet and had regained the weight.On the other hand, there was a really thoughtful guy who planned a picnic at a park and brought all of my favorite foods and drinks.Someone else took me to LACMA, followed by live music at a tiny theater in Burbank and we ordered pie.There was also a pathological liar who fibbed about his international travels (how could he go from LA to Peru to Paris in a day? Admittedly, most of the other dates and people fell somewhere in between and were nice enough, if not particularly memorable.When I’m sitting with my phone in hand, I’m not able to engage in the real social things I actually want to do.It also keeps me in at night instead of being a social member of society. I’m attracted to a certain profile: it’s well-written with witty, dry humor thrown in.There was the guy who was 80 pounds overweight and had not placed current pictures on his dating profile.I didn’t recognize him at the barbecue restaurant he’d selected for lunch.
I was asked to find some really good and really bad profiles so we could discuss them. It means I’m wasting precious minutes (multiplied into hours) on people that I don’t even know.So, when they’re corralled into an app and so easy to find, I have to steer clear.