“Time to take your own advice, Georgia”. That’s what Brenda said when she showed up at my door one recent Sunday morning.
Eons ago – well, make that six years ago – I showed up at her door with the latest issue of The Atlantic Monthly clutched in my hot little hand. ) A foolish, weak man had tromped on her aorta big time. That wound needed major suturing.
Why did I think The Atlantic Monthly held the cure? Because the cover article was one of their thoroughly researched delvings into a topic, this one being the science and psychology behind the matchmaking processes of Match.com and EHarmony.
I handed the magazine to her and said, “ I’ve read this article. If I were single, this is what I’d do. How about giving it a try?”
Six years later, she’s the one who’s right as rain and it’s my aorta that needs serious repair. So there she stood with coffee and scones, saying, “Fire up your computer. Time to try some internet dating.”
She selected the photos for my profile and harangued me about the wording. I wrote:
I’m passionate about music, art, literature and the life of the mind. I value people who are intellectually curious and engaged in the world around them. I’m also passionate about social justice.
My favorite books are A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens and Portrait of a Lady by Henry James.
I bet you can imagine our back and forth tussle about that.
“Georgia, no one’s going to respond to that. Your first sentence alone will scare off most men.”
“I’m not looking for most men. The kind of men I like would find that all appealing. It’d be a turn on. Alan found it a turn on.”
“And he’s gone, isn’t he. Isn’t that just the point? You don’t want another Alan.”
I wouldn’t budge on those first three sentences. That’s who I am and that’s how I like being.
“How about if we add something just a little flirtatious, a bit of a feminine come on?” Brenda suggested.
This is what we added:
I’m also passionate about ice cream. I can’t get enough of that sweet, creamy richness melting sensuously in my mouth.
What do you think? Does it work for you?
My mother, the Angel Ella, once reprimanded me, her adult daughter, for my love of ice cream. Her problem was with how I ate an ice cream cone in public.
“Georgia Stone, you stop that this instant!” she said. “That’s indecent!”
That bit didn’t go into my profile.
How did this work? Stay tuned.