All About Sheepster

Sheepster asked me out. He will be my first Match.com date. Match.com has some weird hierarchical pricing schemes whereby, if you pay a higher subscription fee you get a few more features. The level at which Sheepster subscribes apparently allows him to send one VIP email a week, which he boldly sent to this gal. What the hell is a VIP email, you ask? Why, I had that same query.

All I can surmise is that a VIP email is a somewhat confusing way to express extra-special interest in precisely one lucky lady or fellow per week. So, I gather I should feel a little special, but not that special; I am potentially in the company of 51 other lucky ladies this year.  Also note that, had Sheepster not highlighted the fact, that I should be honored by his highly priced email (his tongue firmly in cheek, thankfully) I would have had no idea VIP emails existed.

Meet Sheepster after the jump.

Here is an obviously-inaccurate rendering of the man himself. His photos suggest he is a fair-haired, occasionally bearded gent with at least several acquaintances willing to appear in his photographs.

Sheepster's email was very charming and long, rife with incredibly specific references to things I enjoy, per my profile. While appealing to a woman's ego by talking at length about her own interests may seem like a wise and obvious strategy, I must inform you it is radically under-used by online daters. It is not uncommon to receive an email that is clearly copied and pasted to every non-mutant lady on the website, or alternatively, the incredibly imaginative one word message, "hey." More about idiotic messages soon.

Back to Sheepster. He is a bit younger than me and has just begun law school. I have almost exclusively dated much older men and found my younger suitors (all 2 or 3 of them
over the past 5 years) far less appealing for a variety of reasons. I also hated 80% of my male law school contemporaries (this is an exaggeration, and may sound unkind but I have an inkling the feeling was mutual). These attributes lowered my initial excitement about and expectations of Sheepster, but only slightly.  My undergrad was science and math-filled and cannot ignore the results of past experiments. But, when they fail, we conduct further experiments in hopes of achieving different results.

A recent date

And based on this highly scientific basis, I will be imbibing alcoholic beverages this Tuesday evening with Sheepster at a lovely establishment in my neighborhood. Based on the fact that I spend most of my evenings baking cookies, not out on the town, I offered him the choice my neighborhood or any other, and he very thoughtfully chose mine. Perhaps this is in response to my repeated referral to my own extreme laziness.