I finally deleted my eHam profile. It felt weird. Like I was letting an old friend go. Throwing out a pair of jeans that once looked good on me. Killing off my chance to find love (pfffft, joking). I won’t lie, as a What If Girl, it was hard.
I’ve been on eHam for a few years – I don’t want to confess how long for fear of sounding like a loser – but it was fun. When I first signed up I dated enthusiastically, lining up several dates every week, and chatting to a few men at once. Then as the excitement of meeting potential partners wore off, I logged on only when I felt like it, throwing myself in and out of the dating world for as long as my self esteem would allow.
Now that journey – or should I say roller coaster - is over. Yes, I’m still single. But that’s okay.
Did I meet some great men? Absolutely. Some of them I’m still in contact with. Coffee Boy, one of my first dates, who texts me every year on my birthday to catch up. Marathon Man, who I dated for a while (he’s now happily married again with another child). Celebrity Chef, one of the hottest guys I met, swaps funny stories and emojis with me like we’re bored 15 year olds. Oh and most recently, The Sailor, who was a brilliant dinner date and plus one. I liked him a lot. Never mind.
I also talked to and met some weirdos. IronMan, the uber strong Leo who had a voice like a jockey and talked in the third person about everyone. Thong Man who had a fight with me because I didn’t want to meet him after ten minutes of chatting. Smiley Face who said that women who wear glasses are librarians and that we let way too many asylum seekers into our country. Elvis the bragger and 50/50 boy the groper. Delete.
Then there were the awesome guys I met but didn’t click with physically or emotionally. Sometimes me, sometimes them. The Food Scientist and I had a brilliant four hour date, then nothing. Fireman Sam (an old school romantic), the Drummer (lots of fun) and Sauce Boy (who flew from Canberra to take me to dinner on Valentine’s Day). All lovely guys, just not right for me.
I also had some interesting match ups … Carlos the Spanish Horse Whisperer … Scott the Swinger who had a wife AND a girlfriend, and was looking for another playmate to join them … and the lovely Michelle, a woman transitioning and looking to explore the world of dating as she became a man. Then there was Nick who ended up dating Twin Kat for a few months. Thank God she never brought him home. Awkward on a new level.
A huge shout out to The Painter, Italian Stallion and Five Perfect Dates who all have their own chapters in my upcoming book. If I ever finish it.
As I hit the delete button on my account I felt good. It was time to try something new and get rid of the things in my life that weren’t working. Done. I closed my laptop. A little later, however, I received more matches in my inbox. What? I logged on again to find I had only stopped my subscription, not deleted my account. My profile was still there attracting men. Nice try eHam.
I searched the site and finally found the Close My Account section. As I hovered over that tiny red button, I wondered if this was the right thing to do. What If, my head taunted me. What IF?! No, I’m done. We are done.
I clicked the button and a collage of cute men scrolled across my screen with an ominous sentence … “Are you sure you want to close your account? These are some of the people you might be missing out on.”
Are you for real?! Where the hell were all these hotties the past few years? It’s like going to AA and someone waving a bottle of champagne in your face before you walk through the door. My self discipline may not be that strong. I pressed the “Yes, Delete my Account” button. Another screen popped up. “Warning! Are you sure you want to do this?”
A list of reasons not to delete my profile tugged at me. You will permanently lose all your matches. Shame. You will lose all communication with your matches. Fine. You will have to retake the whole relationship questionnaire (or 936 stupid questions about dumb shit as I like to call it). Yep. Got that. I’m out of here.
Finally after getting through myriads of dating firewalls, my account was closed. Dead. Dormant. Deleted. Hundreds of men that didn’t quite fit me (or vice versa) disappearing into a cyber black hole. Just like that. My fallback database of potential love was gone … for good.
Surprisingly, it feels really good. And no, I’m not signing up for Tinder.