Yesterday was night to catch up with one of my best friends over some food and a couple of pints at Hemmingway’s–a, perhaps, too trendy for me Yorkville bar/eatery that I often find myself at. Maybe, I just like the name. Maybe, I am hoping it will rub off on my writing. In case you didn’t know, Hemmingway was employed by the Toronto Star for a time–don’t ask me how long? You can Google as well as I can.
I won’t bore you with the majority of our conversation. We’ve been friends for a long time. We’ve got topics that only we understand. However, my friend is a fountain of wisdom in areas I am not (hopefully vice versa is true) and while I was lamenting my state of my love life and the many attractive women I encounter but fail to make an impression on, he uttered some words that I feel compelled to restate, and beg for your opinion on. Yes, I actually used the word BEG.
After hearing of the women I have met in bookstores, Chipotle, on the bus, and (most recently) waiting for bike maintenance, he uttered the following words.
“Do people meet potential dates like that anymore? Isn’t it all online? Do people have chance encounters?”
The romantic in me wants to say yes. The romantic in me wants to find a woman through that chance encounter in a bookstore. The romantic wants someone to discuss books, disagree about politics, contemplate the universe, and spontaneously hug trees.
If you’re wondering about the tree thing, it all stems from a woman named Joyce who was one of the earliest free spirits I met. Sadly, our paths crossed at the wrong time.
Getting back to the main point: is my friend right? Most people have urged me to do the online dating thing, but I have shrugged it off, repeatedly. It’s gotten so bad that every time the subject comes up, and I delay, I get called on it. I suspect they’re right, but since I suspect looks are the driving force behind more online dating (though I could be wrong) I don’t have the confidence.
Your input would be most welcome.