The Internet if Full of Flakes, and, I Have Things to Say About an Article

So, my internet dream-boat (read: reasonably attractive, non-terrible person) Schmidt sent me a very disappointing text this evening in which he informed me that he is like every other interwebs-dating dufus: a huge flake.  I asked Schmidty to go to a show with me this coming Thursday evening, and he accepted this offer.  This evening he sent me a very apologetic text informing me that his "best bud from Chicago is playing" at the same time as the show he agreed to attend with me and that takes precedence.  While I am disappointed that he is bailing on our plans, at the same time, my internet-dating-ruined brain couldn't help but think, "Hey, he was very apologetic, gave me plenty of notice to find an alternative companion, and even offered to pay for his ticket in the event I could not do as much, what a gentleman."  Considering I dated a douchebag who regularly bailed on our plans for no reason other than he didn't feel like going, Schmidt seems like a Prince.  So, hopefully he will accept my suggested pennance and we will hang out another night.  And, he should be supper jeal-y as my new roommie and I will be seeing Harmontown together this Thursday :).

In other news, my other roommate brought a very interesting article to my attention from a little-known paper and internet publication.  I highly recommend reading it, especially if you are a single lady or lass in your mid-twenties to mid-thirties, but in sum, it postulates that courtship is dead and all single creatures of our generation just hang out and hook up and no one goes on dates.  The article goes on to suggest many reasons for and results of this supposed trend.  I think its an enourmous generalization based on a few young'uns in NYC and doesn't particularly correlate with my experience.  In the past few months I've gone on several "drink" dates and two dinner dates.  Personally, I prefer a drink date as it is much more flexible and allows the option of leaving at almost any time, whereas dinner requires a civilized person to, at the very least, scarf down a meal before making an exit.  I will also note that this article is obviously ill-researched as it doesn't mention the pre-eminent online-dating blog of 2013: Plentyofokstupidmatches.blogspot.com.  Duh.

Hopefully there will be a rescheduled date with Mr. Schmidt soon.  My roommie and I will surely enjoy ourselves on our date this week either way.