At last count I’ve written two dozen online dating profiles resulting in four marriages and eight long-term relationships. Not my four marriages and eight relationships. I write the profiles for friends.
“You should do this for a living,” my buddy Michelle Mosko (now with boyfriend Tom) said.
I told her, “I don’t think Randy wants me spending five days a week on Match.com.”
Randy is my husband, whom I met right before the dawn of computer dating. Both of us were divorced. Both of us 42 years old. He lived in New York City. I lived in Chicago. He had two kids. I had zero kids. We were fixed up the old-fashioned way — over the telephone — by friends who lived in California. Matchmaking was much less efficient before the internet. Twenty-five years of marriage later, that happy saga is relayed in my memoir, The Last Blind Date.
Though, if I were Randy-less today, you can be sure I’d be cranking out an online Linda profile right now. As awkward or self-conscious as posting photos and answering questionnaires may seem, according to the fine folks at Pew Research, over 30 million U.S. adults have used online dating sites, of which 32 percent are 50 or older. That’s 10 million age-appropriate people you probably haven’t met yet and maybe, just maybe, one of them is someone you’d like. So, with my .500 batting average in the profile-writing department, I now offer some pointers. Starting with photos.
Yes, it’s a shallow world out there, but put on some lipstick, stand in soft lighting and smile big. Just don’t place yourself among any other crowds, parties or faces to demonstrate how likable you are. Especially other girlfriends. I learned this the hard way, pre-Randy, when a friend serving as a matchmaker passed my photo along to a man she felt certain was my destiny. My friends Janet and Lynn were also in the photo. Mr. Destiny apparently returned the picture to the matchmaker friend, saying, “I like the one on the left.” I was on the right.
So, keep those pix solo. (Exception to rule: You can include a dog. As long as it’s your dog. Do not rent one. That’s cheating.) On the flip side of the photo equation, don’t be too quick to criticize when you’re the one viewing potential candidates.
My mother and I used to debate about first impressions all the time. I’d return home from an evening out and report, “Didn’t go well. He sweats too much.”
Then, much to my ongoing amazement, she’d always say something like, “Are you going to see him again?”
So. I’d repeat the sweaty part of the conversation. “Give him another chance,” she’d say. “Maybe he was nervous. Or maybe his forehead needs a mop.”
Then I’d mumble how you don’t have to eat a whole egg to know it’s bad. She’d mumble how I was too judgmental. OK, she was right.