I don’t often message women on this site, but, wow, your profile has really caught my eye. I can’t help but notice that you list a number of your hobbies and interests. You write that you enjoy thrift shopping, boating, and foreign affairs. Those are such interesting activities – ones which I would probably enjoy too! You write that you run, bicycle, play handball, and do competitive judo. How great – based on that list it seems as though you’re very active! You like “other people’s dogs and other people’s blogs.” Me too – it’s so true that other people have great pets, and great websites!
You know, many parts of your profile remind me of insights and important realizations I’ve had. It’s interesting that you don’t like roller coasters. For me, the shock of roller coasters is always tempered by the understanding that we’ll get through this, and be safe in the end. It’s also interesting that your degree is in architecture. When I was in Holland last year, I saw a great exhibit on the De Stijl modern art movement and its influence on the built environment. And it’s so interesting that your family is important to you. I never knew my father until a few months ago. He left my family when I was young, and I only found out he lived nearby thanks to a social worker who told me he was now homeless, and dying. These past few weeks we’ve caught up quite a bit. It’s been interesting.
Can I tell you a secret? I think online dating’s just the worst. You’ve crafted such a fascinating and careful portrait of your passions and interests. But I bet most guys just send you messages telling you that you’re cute. There’s just no justice in the world. I mean, you are cute, don’t get me wrong. The gray dress in your second photo particularly flatters your figure. Or they probably send you messages telling you that your eyes are nice. I mean, they are, but I think “nice” hardly does them justice. I would describe them as “limpid” (like a calm lake in the countryside), or else “piercing” (like the nails of the crucifixion).
Anyway, I’d love for us to get to know each other over coffee or gin cocktails, or a burger and beer, or pad Thai. I know some great places in Chelsea, or the East Village, or Murray Hill, or Hell’s Kitchen. Afterwards, we could go to an art museum, or see the new Wes Anderson movie, or get some frozen yogurt, or stargaze. I bet we’d have a great conversation about Holland, or my father, or your piercing, limpid eyes.
Or, how about this: I feel like we have a real connection. Would you like to just meet me at my apartment? Let me know. I’d be more than happy to send you the address.