Of Course It's An Interview

A couple of weeks back I did something I never thought I would do: I went on an Internet date.

Up until this point I was stanchly against the practice. Sure, a few friends had met people they then went on to have real relationships with--but as a matter of style I was against it. There's a lot to tease out there, but for the purposes of this story let's ust say "If you can't beat 'em..."

The details of the date are gloriously stupid: such as picking a fancy Parisian-themed bar only to find it was overrun by a faux biker band. What stood out to me most, however, was her objection to having a first date be over coffee or lunch.

"It feels too much like an interview," she said.

I didn't argue, but inside I wanted to say: "What else could a first date, almost blind, be?"

When you don't know a person from anyting more than some pixels on a screen you're going to be stuck interviewing them. If you meet someone in the flesh and then have the gumption to ask them out you might not know exactly what's motivating you, but you can feel it. You follow that impulse if you're brave. I'm not usually brave.

When you're sitting across from a near-perfect stranger the only option is to interview. To find out who they are, what they like. One could always set up an "adventure" date, but even that is another form of interview. A quest. A test. An ordeal.

Anyway, as one can imagine, that didn't go anywhere. I don't think Internet dating is for me.