Now that I'm back at a computer that doesn't lie behind a firewall... here are last week's stats:
Two fast-tracks were in the water last week.
The first was a woman who I had closed (from nonresponse), and who sent a "Please reconsider" final message. She answered my "Phase 3" questions well, looked like she was hooked. But she only provided one photo - a headshot at a VERY strange angle. I gave her a chance to try again... and she (predictably) closed, saying the chemistry wasn't there. I guess she knew what I was going to think of her pictures...
The other... accepted my fast-track, but hasn't written. And will probably fall victim to my Thursday Night purge. Maybe even sooner. Sigh. Another lesson reinforced - sometimes, women describe who they want to be, instead of who they are. Still - no loss.
I closed another woman (who I shuffled to guided communication), due to her not picking up communication.
As for new matches this week:
I closed one for living over 5 hours away.
One closed me, citing distance.
One is no photos/minimal answers - will probably be purged soon.
And that's a wrap.
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"I guess she knew what I was going to think of her pictures..."
I just can't follow the thought process of these women (no surprise, I know). What do they expect? That Cupid will drop a stooge in their lap who doesn't care what they look like, and in fact really would rather _not_ know? Who created the fantasy that ANY men act this way?
The eHarmony commercials? Hollywood movies?
I don't feel angry. Or bewildered. Amused. Glad that I dodged a bullet. Maybe a little bit of pity. But not anger.
Anger... means she matters to me. She doesn't.
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