So in this thread which I shamelessly hijacked from elmwood, the helpful QuickSilver, the perceptive jsgoddess, and the lovely tremorviolet offered some advice on my on-line dating profile and approach, specifically, that I not be too forward or in-depth in a first message to a potential date/significant other/future ex-Stranger. cough
So, with this approval and in accordance with instruction by Miss Moneypenny to get off my arse and start dating again, three-year-long heartbreak/depression or no, I sent out 14 more messages. So far, no response, but we’ll give it another week or so before making preparations for ritual seppuku. Anyway, there is one profile that I have “hotlisted” but have yet to message out to, 'cause, well, she’s way out of my league, dating-wise, approachable-wise and other-wise. But, on the other hand, if I’m going to crash-and-burn I might as well go down firing all guns, I guess. Who knows; she might just be that special someone who will send me completely over the edge, never to return, and if I don’t try, I’ll never know.
So we’ve got her profile here; she’s a gorgeous (but not in the high-maintainence way) redhead, within the age range, et cetera. The profile doesn’t say all that much about her, really, but it does offer a couple of tidbits in common; specifically, her musical tastes run to “Ella” and “Billie” (that would be Fitzgerald and Holiday, for those of you out in TV land who don’t listen to anything not recorded in the last twenty years) and her “sexy/sexier” response is “Rain is sexy; A thunderstorm is sexier”. (I like rain.) Oh, and literarially-speaking, she’s a Dick fan. (That’s Philip K. Dick, you perverts…not Dick Nixon!)
I’m trying to draft some kind of intelligible, responseworthy, clever (or at least not dismissively apish) result based on those few items, something like:
Okay, this is incredibly lame stuff. I wouldn’t respond to it if I were an attractive redhead with hundreds of guys throwing themselves at my feet for the opportunity to have me walk across their back in 5 inch stiletto heels. So, what can I do to marginally improve my chances of not immediately being consigned to the electronic dustbin? The future of my romantic rejection and subsequent depressive episode lays in your hands, dear Dopers. At least let me go down with a big bang instead of a pathetic whimper. How would you initiate contact?
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