Things must be getting desperate out there for the literate and dateless. I've noticed a few magazines normally devoted to more cultural matters now offering a personals column!
So far I've seen Australian Book Review (they don't seem to have specific page URLs, just a broad website URL) and Art Monthly Australia. Does anyone else know of others? And better yet, has anyone got any tales to tell?
I have to admire anyone who looks for love on the web. I have a friend who has had enormous success from online dating services, having found her last two [medium] long-term relationships that way. I tried it once and met a horrible single dad who let his toddler lick the rim of the opening of a coke can while we were talking. I can't even remember why the child was there in the first place (I didn't bring mine) but I was so distracted by the impending cut tongue that I hardly listened to a word he said. When I did tune in it was so banal I never bothered to get in touch again.
A mutual friend tried to matchmake BB and I at least two years before we actually started looking sideways at each other. She kept telling us we were perfect for each other, and I kept telling her to bugger off. Now, of course, she demands elaborate apologies when we meet. And I give them to her. But if we'd tried to go out at that earlier stage, it would have been a disaster. We needed time to be just friends first. The friend who succeeds at internet dating says the secret is a long email correspondence before you even think about meeting.
So there's something to say for taking your time to do things.
I don't know why I just wrote all this. I must be missing him at last.
I meant to tell you about Bumblebee's hair. He's trying to grow his hair long, and until today he looked like a shaggy dog, having let his short-back-and-sides grow out for a few months. He's going to Perth this weekend with Colonel Duck, his grandfather, who wanted me to get B's haircut before the trip. So today I took him to my hairdresser and asked her to neaten him up. She talked to him for a while and ascertained that he wanted to look 'cool' like his friends. So she washed his hair, snipped and snapped, dried it and applied product. COOL! he said, and walked back to me proudly. My loves, it looked exactly the same, just artfully shaggy. I don't know how Colonel Duck will cope, but Bumblebee thinks it's the bomb. And he got a free pot of product to take home, which I guess means less access to the mirror in the mornings for us.