Chiang mai online dating
I clicked on the first person who had shown ‘interest’ in my profile, he was a Thai man called Chaivat with no profile picture, though apparently he is 37 and looking for Penpal, Friendship, Romance/Dating and Marriage, just about anything seemed to go with this one. The Next Few Days I continued to browse the site, and on the first three pages of ‘My Matches’ I came across three men I personally know; uh oh, I was getting a tad stressed that this town may be too small for online dating! The second person the website suggested as a suitable date for me happened to be sitting right opposite me at work…oh well, moving on. Unfortunately the expat dating sites seemed to be based in Bangkok, so I was left with this one which appeared to be geared towards older foreign guys looking for a Thai lady. The next morning I had 18 notifications, 15 telling me ‘X is Interested in you’ and three new messages.I’m not talking about the ones you find in expat spots, such as Zoe’s Bar, which are but a fraction of a minority of women in Chiang Mai.I’m talking about the remaining 99.9% of women living in Chiang Mai.
(For those interested, this is what the original Thai was; ???????????????? The men were from all over; Istanbul, Phoenix and Blackburn, amongst others. Frankly the entire experience ranged from cringy to slightly depressing.
Holy fuck — I haven’t taken a quiz in years and it showed. (Let’s also not forget about the “serial daters.”) Then, we stumbled on the demanding profiles.
Then I got this seemingly canned email from Ok Cupid: We just detected that you’re now among the most attractive people on Ok Cupid. (Must be the hair.) I tried following my friend’s advice and messaging girls with high match ratings. And when I meet a girl for the first time, I’ll ask about her interests to appreciate what they do, not to judge them to see if we’d be good mates eight months from now.
That is, until she physically sat me down and helped me make my profile. So there I was sitting in that cafe with my friend, sporting a new profile, a swanky photo of my rejected Muscle&Fitness headshot, an “adventury” photo of me climbing Gwanaksan in Seoul, South Korea, and decent blend of wittiness and intelligence. (After seeing this powerful article, I also made the executive decision to NOT list my height just so I wouldn’t get weeded out by filters.) “What’s a ‘Special Blend’? “Ha, I have no clue.” “Gotcha.” We scrolled down a row or two until I pointed at the screen. “Uhh…,” I muttered, “this bitch sounds like she really, loves herself.” “Hahaha! I mean, hey, it’s great that she did all those things, but it was written in such a conceited way that my female friend also called her on her bullshit. Finally, we found a few normal girls and collectively crafted some nice introduction messages after reading and analyzing their profiles. (I’ve been blown out in public many a time before including one rather painful rejection in a BART station in San Francisco.) But in all seriousness, I can’t remember the last time I went 0-for-4 on just greetings.
(Hey, she helped me write it.) Next came the questions. skip…” There were questions on love, romance, dating habits, philosophical questions, politics, morality, etc. Another woman wrote a profile that rivaled War and Peace in length. Some girls were interesting and funny and some girls even read the same books I did.