Unfortunately the quality is somewhat questionable. It’s like being at an airport with a mass of people from the totally weird, with little grasp of writing in English, to some reasonably, stand out, hot ones who looked liked they would make good dates.
I’m guessing those fellas were also inundated with women because none of them asked me out on a date.
I shouldn’t knock the chap I did meet for lunch one sunny Saturday, he was perfectly respectable, even if he had added 2 inches to his height, which really annoyed me more than I expected.
So in true, cool chick form I posted a joke instead of a description of myself and a series of hot pictures.
I’ll give it to Guardian Soulmates the response was very “on trend” as far as the sites ethos of middle class, skiing, Guardian newspaper reading men.
My top picks were a rugby faced property developer, a bit on the short side, piano playing lawyer and a baby faced doctor with a quick sense of humour. We met near where he lived in a little bar in Brixton, he was full of nervous energy and took about 15 mins to settle into a normal conversation, but after that and a few glasses of red I can say he was, as far as I could deduce exactly who he said he was and we had a pleasant evening.
He totally went in for a kiss on our goodbye which I thought was a bit forward and declined but maybe I’m a prude.
He then “lovely time” texted me on my way home and I didn’t head from him again, but guess that’s the way it goes in this fast paced online dating world.
I’m going to give Guardian Soul Mates 5 stars because although the good doctor wasn’t my dream man or me his girl, they did live up to their ethos, was simple to use and £32 for a months subscription is a fair price.My next challenge was the daddy of all dating sites Match.com, we’ve all heard of Match, seen the TV ads promising to find us our perfect love story. The joining process was as simple a the Guardian’s, a short description and some basic tick boxes mentioning if you have kids, a job, age, race, and you’re good to go.As soon as you go live with Match expect to feel like a super model, the men just keep coming.So it’s no surprise that I’m not a massive believer in the success of online dating.Maybe I’m too British in nature and self deprecating to relish writing up a profile talking about my love of drinking and taking long afternoon naps, or should it be dinner parties and hiking to sound more interesting?I find the idea of posting my hottest pictures for strange men to pore over before deciding if I’m worth a wink, just slightly creepy.