Feminist is not a Dirty word or a Pick Up Line: Part V of The eHarmony Experiement Diaries

This is part five of my latest epic jillstory. For context you may want to read the previous posts: I, II, III, IV.
JM actually gave me a very sweet response that made me feel better. He wrote, "Thank you for your feedback and honesty.  I really appreciate it, very much.  Your a great person and good head on your shoulders and really interesting to talk to." We added each other as friends on Facebook and have exchanged a few notes. Last I heard he had found another match. I truly wish him all the best and have nothing but respect and admiration for him. He deserves a really great country-loving girl.

In early March I found myself a little full of pinot grigio and checking my matches online. I hadn't had any requests for communications in a while and had been playing a bit of a princess, not wanting to be the one to initiate conversation with a match. But hey, I was paying for this service so I figured I should do my part to get my money's worth. And besides that, my mission was to have an experience, a blog-worthy one, with romance being the second priority. So I responded to a few messages that I had left hanging while I was focused on A and JM. I also initiated conversation with a bunch of guys in my matches list. One guy had asked me why I signed up for eH. In drunken honesty I replied:

A sense of adventure (why not give it a try?), admiration for the Lee and Anne-Marie commercial (their names even rhyme!) and I had a coupon.

Thriftiness is HOT.

There was a match on my list that had initiated communication with me but I had chosen to ignore. He was short, 5'5, which is my height and maybe not the best physical match for a girl who spends five days  or more out of the week in heels. In his profile I got the sense that he wasn't exactly sure what he was looking for and that he was kind of a goof. His pictures, aside from one taken of him at a wedding, were of him making funny faces or doing something goofy. I worried that he was just one of those guys who didn't really take the dating thing seriously, would reel a girl in and then hide behind his humour instead of letting a connection develop. I'd been there, done that, learned the seafood taco joke. I wasn't interested in goofy at all. But, in occupation he listed Pediatric Emergency Medicine. I asked my sister, who works at the Children's Hospital if she knew a doctor named G. She did. She said he probably wouldn't know her, but she thought he seemed nice. He also mentioned in his profile that he enjoyed motorcycling. My heart revs for motorcycles and height makes no difference when you are riding on the back of one of those. With my mind re-opened I responded to 36 year old G's communication request.

I also was feeling brave enough to "Nudge" Hot K. Nudging someone means that if he hasn't responded to your communication in over seven days you can ask eH to alert him with a gentle reminder. I was waiting on him to send me an email as we were finally at Open Communication stage. In my last communication to him he had asked me what I had learned from past relationship. I wrote:

I've learned the importance of friendship as a base for a strong relationship. I can easily fall in lust or like with a charming, attractive, talented, smart, fun guy, but if we can't laugh at each other's jokes, treat each other with respect, or communicate without fear of saying the wrong thing, then it's not going to be love.

In the short answer section G asked me some tough, specific questions. I took my time considering my responses figuring either he was going to love 'em or hate em. He happened to love 'em, not just because he agreed with me, but he told me that he really appreciated that I took the time to give well thought-out answers.

We traded an email each and then on my second turn I was in a goofy mood and wrote a rather light-hearted note. He caught onto this quickly and we started trading laughs. He even seemed intimidated at one point, saying he didn't know how he was going to match my wit, but that he was going to try.

I really enjoyed corresponding with G and I was so glad that I had decided to take a chance on him. While talking with him though I was juggling a list of guys again. There was another A, this one a 37-year-old architect, D, a 29-year-old Marketing Manager, S, an IT guy who looked like Charlie Sheen (imagine him without the bad persona), and B, a parts manager. It was raining men, hallelujah! By the middle of that week I'd had three invites for a first meeting. I set something up with A 2.0 for Sunday and G for the Monday.

B, the parts guy wanted me to call him that week so I dialed him up on Friday. It didn't go well.

He: What school did you go to?

Me: the U of W and Red River.

He: U of W eh? That sucks.

Me: Blink blink. Excuse me?

He: Well, it's full of feminists.

From there the conversation turned to his dislike of affirmative action and how there are no men on the board of Avon Cosmetics.

He: So, how many guys have you met on the site?

Me: I've gone on two dates.

He: And now I'm going to be number three.

Um. Next!