Sounds like the opener to one of those classic Englishman, Irishman, Scotsman jokes, doesn’t it? In fact, I’m referring to the three dates I crammed into a weekend back in February. And don’t they sound promising? Spoiler alert: appearances (online profiles) can be deceptive!
The Entrepreneur, a self-described Europhile and part of an ‘am dram’ group, was a bit of an old stodge, a portly man sporting a straw fedora (alarm bell number one), striped shirt and chinos. Had he been an Englishman, he’d probably have spoken with a plummy accent and voted for Brexit. With a nod to my British heritage, he wondered if I would like a gin and tonic – this at eleven in the morning! Rather than order tea and fall into another stereotype, I ordered a smoothie which at least gave me sustenance to get through the meeting. We met in a prestigious sport club where, of course, fedoras and reactionary views (think also climate change denial) are not out of place. Grilling me on my single status and relationship history (don’t ask…), he asked: Wouldn’t a bloke around the house annoy you? Quite probably, I replied (thinking, especially if it were you wielding your heft around the place) but who says we’d have to live together? His eyebrows shot up at this; clearly, he’s not across the concept of LAT (Living Apart Together), a potentially elegant solution for couples who like their own space but also want to be in a relationship.
According to Wikipedia LAT relationships account for ten percent of couples in Britain and between six and nine percent in Australia, Canada and the US. In a variation on the LAT theme, I always think of the British Royals who supposedly have separate bedrooms or chambers. Sounds quite fun to me as long as there are visitation rights. What a good way to keep the spark alive. Doing a brief bit of research on the subject I found a wonderful quote by Lady Pamela Hicks, the Queen’s cousin: ‘In England, the upper class always have had separate bedrooms. You don’t want to be bothered with snoring or someone flinging a leg around. Then when you are feeling cosy you share your room sometimes. It is lovely to be able to choose.’ If a monarch can’t avoid flying leg syndrome, who can?’ You have to love the euphemistic no-sex-please-we’re British-style reference to ‘feeling cosy’! To my mind, cosy conjures up pyjamas, cocoa and a hot water bottle not passionate encounters. And, of course, the upper classes can afford sizeable properties where separate bedrooms are an option.
Back to the dates; the University Researcher was an extremely shy man from Eastern Europe. Nice enough and bright, but I’d say he hadn’t recovered from the death of his wife and was not, I suspect, entirely at home in Australia. Somewhat adrift in life, he didn’t seem that fond of his homeland or parents and siblings either. I struggled to hear him as he spoke so softly and with a heavy accent. And much as I tried to pitch in on the academic research, the conversation went nowhere. The chai was good though!
Then there was the IT guy – let’s call him Tom – a smug and strangely detached individual who swiftly brought the conservation round to himself, his weight loss and gastric sleeve (surgery that reduces the size of the stomach rather than having a silicone band implant (a lap band) inserted at the top of the stomach to restrict food intake), his alcoholic mother who lives in a home, and his father in he US, with whom he has a fractured relationship. Not the most encouraging start to a first chat, you’ll agree. Ever polite, I thought I’d make him feel better by dropping in mention of the FODMAP diet and a recent bereavement – just to even things up. Instead, the conversation moved back to Tom and his change of career plans – he was researching nursing. Mistaking expedience (he singled out nursing as one of a few suitable options for re-training) for a sense of vocation, I offered that there’s a huge demand for carers in the aged care sector but that he’d need to be emotionally resilient to deal with the frequent occurrence of death. Oh, I wouldn’t care about that, he said dispassionately, but if they were sick on my uniform I’d change it. He had a dark sense of humour too, the kind of humour that thrives at others’ expense. What’s more, he didn’t like dogs. Computer said NOOOOO! As did my head, heart and restriction-free gut.
The Entrepreneur (at least he was a dog lover) and the IT Specialist were keen to meet up again, but, not surprisingly, I wasn’t interested. I resolved yet again to be open to meeting people in the real world and to enjoy the time I spend with those I already know. Trawling through profiles takes time and energy; I’d rather devote that time to landing a more compatible fish in the real world, preferably one without a fedora or a gastric sleeve.
8 thoughts on “The Start-Up Entrepreneur, the University Researcher and the IT Specialist”
So tragicomic, Lottie! Real world definitely sounds better. Your Lady Pamela Hicks quote was very interesting. I knew of someone who, second time around (she was a widow) chose to live next door to her partner. They lived in adgacent cottages and shared a big garden. I don’t know what they’re rules were (ring the doorbell before entering/ you mow the lawn and I’ll kill the moles, etc.) but it seemed to work for them. Lucy has written a song about internet dating, called the ‘It’s a no from me – Dating app rap’, on Youtube. It’s about the photos people choose to pin up of themselves to tempt the ‘fisherwoman’.
Thanks, as always, for reading it Meg. Internet dating does, of course, work for some! But doesn’t seem to for me. Do send me the link to Lucy’s song! And I think, for those of us who are more mature, LAT relationships can make sense!
Good to read there’s humour in these situations. Did Numbers 1 and 2 leave out details of their sartorial preferences? Fedoras and gastric sleeves, really? Seems like all three left out key details. I like the wide open finish to this tale – makes the real world seem more enticing
Thanks for reading, Anne. I can certainly say that they looked and sounded much more compatible and attractive online than in real life! Again, thanks for reading!! C
Nice to hear how they all went. It’s not much better for the young ones. My 26 yo friend shares her Tinder experiences on a private Facebook group. I’ve seen the full gamut of society. So far my favourite’s are the cross dresser who was fond of Dwayne Johnson (aka The Rock) and another who posted a photo of himself re-enacting the rose bed scene from American Beauty with Carlton draught beer cans.
That’s depressing!! It’s certainly a lottery!
OMG re. the American Beauty poser!! What are those guys thinking?!