Entry Seven. My New Friend, the Composer from Denver

     This is the last of the "catch-up" posts and a proper entry into this online diary of my Montreal dating life.

     I started chatting with the composer a couple weeks ago, in the wake of my first few failures. I remember we originally didn't have that good of a match, something like 70%. But I tend to play around with the answers to my questions a lot, so by the time of this writing we currently sit at 93% Match, 93% Friend, 1% Enemy. She wasn't the first Black/Asian/Hispanic/non-white I've messaged or talked to, but shes the only one I've ended up on a date with. She had good pictures, she was cute, and had crazy cool hair.

     I started off with a simple, casually funny message:

"How's it going?

I'm not sure I'm sold on the pulling power of your hair. It might not translate through photography - plus, 3 puppies is a lot of adorable, you're giving your hair a lot of credit there. I'm also glad to know I'm not the only one lip-syncing into my broom, while wearing an apron, in front of my mirror.

Hope you had an interesting and amusing Tuesday, 

_____"

     The conversation went very well, fairly flirtatious, we eventually moved to e-mail and continued talking on and off for about a week or so. I learned she was a composer from Denver, fresh out of school at McGill, with no job and no cell phone.

     We made plans to meet up, like they did in the olden days, when people didn't have phones and couldn't text. She even gave me the digits to her land line.

     We met up at Plan B, one of my go-to spots for a first meet-up, and had a drink. Afterwards we moved down the street to Les Folies for a burger. It was there that I learned she was only looking for friends, which sucked because I had thought things were going well.

     Anyways, we ended up going for a walk in Parc Lafontaine, and I walked her home. We made plans to make plans via phone/e-mail. I actually ended up seeing her again the next day, we went for a walk in the Old Port looking for an art show we never found. I haven't talked to her since, except for when I ran into her on my way home from work, which was fairly uneventful - she was volunteering for a theater company, trying to get a job so she won't have to go back home to America.

     I don't understand the use of a dating website for the purpose of finding "just friends". I would think its a dangerous game to play, since most people on there want more then that. I think I might try and avoid these sorts of encounters in the future.