Not really a photography entry today, just an observation on the strange world of online dating at the suggestion of a friend who has featured on this blog herself in the past. When I dipped my toe in these waters a few weeks back I happened upon a former colleague so naturally sent her a “fancy seeing you here” message. In her reply she told me that she’d left the site after too many experiences with “dirty old men”. Hmmm. “Nice to know which category I fall into now.” I replied. Needless to say she backpedalled, wished me luck, and said at least I wouldn’t have to worry about them.
And yet there were still strange experiences in store. The woman in Stockholm who I originally gave what I thought was a polite brush off too (only been to Stockholm once, and no immediate plans to pass that way again soon) who challenged me about that response and has turned into a platonic pen friend.
Then the enigmatic Mrs Smith whose monosyllabic responses seemed calculated to be provocative, and she was, provoking frustration and irritation (though at least she pointed me in roughly the right direction to get some pictures).
Most people on the site I have been using post a few pictures of themselves, but many do not. If you’ll excuse the pun I find it hard to get the whole picture without an accompanying image. If you think yourself so unattractive that you daren’t put a picture on the site, then how are you going to get over the challenge of that first face to face meeting? I can understand that some people don’t want to share an image for professional reasons, and I had some nice chats with someone fitting this category who on sending me her photograph clearly had nothing to hide. There were others of whom that cannot be said! At the other end of the scale, shortly after making contact with one woman, she sent me this image of “her younger self” completely unbidden (I added the blurring). What message was she trying to convey? I don’t know as I never managed to develop a conversation with her.
And then there was the delightful lady who sent me a couple of abusive texts for having the temerity to decline a meeting with her, waited several hours and then sent me another. Not bitter at all then. I didn’t have her picture but I was reminded of her when out riding at the weekend and finally encountered the fish wife Dolly Peel.
I just can’t get away from pictures it seems. I’ve suspended my membership of the site now, but not before encountering the subject of a couple of shots made yellow by a the colour temperature of the light they were shot in, which was coupled with the fact that she lives some distance away and I didn’t seem to match the profile she was seeking. It should have been a non-starter.
Still, sitting here in Widnes as I write this, there’s an interesting metaphor at hand. There’s a structure here dating back to the late 1950’s that transformed the local economy. The Runcorn Gap made insignificant by a 50+ year old!
*In 2007 Harold Budd collaborated with Robin Guthrie to simultaneously release a pair of albums that could rightly be called twins: After the Night Falls and Before the Day Breaks. The tracks on each album are linked to the corresponding track on the other, hence the pairing of these pieces, which seemed appropriate.