Match.com: The Log-in Game

As a seasoned veteran of the Match.com scene, I've learned many tough lessons: the over-sharers, the profile pictures from ten years ago, and even the etiquette for a one-night stand (always offer breakfast—I'm old-fashioned like that).

But a new lesson has recently caught my attention: The Login Game. Let me explain.

You're seeing someone and you've hit that awkward in-between zone (dates four through six). You're having fun and you don't want to date anyone else, but neither of you has brought up being exclusive—likely out of fear of making things weird. With this paranoia in full swing, you occasionally log in to Match.com, click on her profile, and see that she was online within the last hour. Hmm.

From here, there are a few options:

• The Douche Move: "I saw you've been on Match. What's up? Are you talking to other guys?" This works well for the insecure clowns, but it's not my style.

• The Cool Guy Move: "So, um, we're cool and all, but are we cool?" This isn't a terrible approach, but eye contact and tone are key. She'll either know you're asking about your relationship status or assume you're trying to buy weed.

• The No Move: Just don't say anything.

I don't have an answer to this one yet...but wait.

What if she's logging on to see if I'm logging on?

Whoa, man. That's deep. Maybe I should see if she's selling that weed after all.

Fake numbers, no responses, and other shit these lesbians are pulling...

I once wrote a blog post called "The Stink of Failure," but it had little to do with failing. It was really about trying new things, having guts, and making a change. After recently becoming single again, I've been taking my own advice, and most things have worked out pretty well. 

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Confusing Signals

The results of online dating have sucked so far. First, there was a girl we'll call Katie. We exchanged texts and emails and finally met for coffee. The date went really well—we talked, laughed, and had plenty to say for over two hours. At the end, we hugged, and she said, “Let’s do something again; I had fun. Text me that you got home safe.”

Like a fool, I did exactly that. I texted her that I made it home safely, had fun, and looked forward to hanging out again. Her response? I’m still waiting. Thanks to iMessage and the “read message” notification, I know she saw it. That was five days ago.

A few days later, I met some friends for a few beers. A girl at a neighboring booth struck up a conversation with me. With a little alcohol in my system, I was funnier and definitely more attractive than usual. As we all prepared to leave, I asked for her number. She smiled, wrote it down, and said, “That sounds like fun.”

Two days later, I called and got the voicemail for a guy who works for Consumers Energy. I double-checked the handwriting and my dialing—it was a fake number.

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What the Hell Is Going On?

So here’s my question: What in the blue hell is going on?

To the first girl: It’s fine if you're not interested, but don’t give confusing signals. I get not wanting to reject someone to their face, but a better option is not to say anything other than “Thank you,” and I will get the hint.

To the second girl: I had three beers but was by no means hammered. Is a fake number really better than saying you have a boyfriend? Or, even easier, just don't initiate the conversation in the first place.

The obvious issue here is that all these goddamn lesbians are leading on the straight men. Go play some softball and knock that shit off.