The idea intrigued me: an online conduit to IRL experience that wasn’t a dating site. I have nothing against dating sites, but after briefly trying a handful of them, I lost faith and interest.
I learned about meetup.com from an online pen-pal who’d joined an atheists meetup only to find out that it wasn’t a discussion group as she’d hoped, and which it may well have been in its original inception, but had turned into a dating group by the time she arrived. When she attended a meeting or two looking for conversation but only received it from males who wanted to date her, or the brush-off from guys out of her league, or conversation with other women who only wanted to come up for air after flirting with guys, she bailed.
With this in mind I was selective about which groups I joined. A high male to female ratio, regardless of the groups purpose, pretty much guaranteed I’d experience what I’d had enough of back in college: walking through a door to see that unmistakable moment of recognition turned to disappointment on a roomful of male faces.
I joined meetups for middle-aged people like myself and older, but most of these groups withered from lack of participation (due to Death’s tireless scythe, for all I knew). Or they were maintained by and for retirees who scheduled the meetings at 7AM on weekdays.
One group that held promise had as its stated goal the discussion of unsatisfactory relationships. We’d start out talking about bad boyfriends, girlfriends, etc, and, of course, wind up talking about our parents. Worthwhile stuff to discuss, but we kept it light and conversational (mostly because the other members were either in therapy or in 12-step recovery groups, so we knew this wasn’t the main event for these issues). But when guys started to visit the group with no interest other than meeting vulnerable women, things got icy. (But I’ll admit it was a insight into an aspect of the male psyche I’d never had the nerve nor honestly felt the urge to attempt).
I’m down to my last meetup group - a group with a mercifully low pH factor (pH = “pussy hound”), and although its organizer disappeared several months ago, the other members have kept posting in to the site saying “well, let’s have meetings anyway, this group is still a great idea!” So I stepped up and found locations we could meet, and e-mailed the other members asking if they were still interested. Response: the cricket chirps were deafening.
So should we all just stay in our homes on computers where we feel safe? One hundred years ago the average person could expect to encounter horses on a regular basis in their daily lives but today such an encounter would be unusual. Will less contact with other people be the next step?