My formative years of romancing were experienced overseas.
I lived in London for a time, a city where there seemed to be a delicious equality between men and women.
Online dating has jumped among adults under age 25 as well as those in their late 50s and early 60s.In fact, she almost seemed to be trying to put suitors off. I could tell she was deft with words (magazine editor, as it turned out) and that pressed my buttons. When a friend tangled with a man who she professed to be very keen on, but in an instant became bored or freaked-out and violently pulled the plug, I felt reasonably qualified to impart some advice. It still took six months of “wordly” manoeuvring before we said, “Okay, let’s give this a whirl.” Even good relationships can run their course and, six years on, I was single again and totally shocked at how the game had changed. My doctor assured me he could find no evidence of alien growth or exotic deformity. Some things were familiar – women still camped down one end of social gatherings and men down the other. But secretly, I felt glinty eyes were still out for good old Tarz to come swinging out of the kauri.Not being the hirsute, chest-thumping type, I might be spending a bit of time on the sidelines, I thought. I drew breath and entered the online dating fray – diving into the Findsomeone pool, while simultaneously dipping a nervy toe into the shallows of another, less “vanilla” site.