relationships

I have a love/hate relationship with online dating. Strike that. I think I have Stockholm syndrome when it comes to online dating. It hasn’t treated me well, but I feel like I can’t leave (or every time I do, I keep going back). Part of it is fear that I will never meet someone and die alone, and my cat, Josephine, will eat my face off because no one will be around to feed her, and part of it is how the hell do you meet new people when you aren’t in school and you work from home and talk to your cat all day?

Needless to say, I reactivated my online dating profile for the umpteenth time, and ended up grabbing drinks with a new person in Kensington Market in Toronto last night. I don’t know the bar scene in Kensington very well, or anywhere outside the Village for that matter (drag queens, the ability to wear all the sparkles I want, and stumbling across the street into bed always win out in my books). Luckily he tends bar at some achingly cool place downtown and suggested a couple of awesome spots.

I’ll spare you the details, but a lovely time was had, and he walked me home. What made this date truly noteworthy was not even one minute after I had turned my light on, he called to say he forgot to kiss me good night and he was still standing on my porch. Touché bro, very well done.

I share this with you not because I think this is my next great romance or any such crappy sappy, but because for every five weird douchebags I run into online, there might just be a nice guy kicking around. Don’t worry though, I’m sure I’ll still have plenty more of the other kind of stories.

When not going on disastrous dates, Steph can be found pouring over the interwebz, discovering new teas, and looking for the best veggie burger in town. She owns a boutique PR firm in Toronto, and freelances as well. For more dating tales, visit her blog, StephNotStephanie.