As a result of my “don’t get stuck in a rut” story, a journo mate strongly suggested I register with RSVP.
She had plenty of mates who used it, she told me, and the only problem was a chronic lack of blokes.
Blokes like me? Ha – I found and find that very, very hard to believe.
But I did it anyway.
Interesting exercise – and bit of a creepy one, too.
A few nibbles here and there but nothing of substance.
A few weeks in, I compiled this list of quotes from those with whom RSVP had “matched” me:
“I can think of better things to do with my time than read a book.”
“I enjoy novels and have read Gone with the Wind and the sequel Scarlett and many more.”
“Does reading my Melways and emails count? Time poor for a good read.”
“Don’t read much but do enjoy reading my Woman’s Day, New Idea and Fashion Magazines.”
“Not much time to read novels, but I enjoy magazines.”
“Not a big country & western, jazz or classical fan.”
“Definitely no country music!”
Obviously, when compiling my profile I had not done a very good job of communicating about myself.
So I updated by inserting the following sentences:
“I don’t read women’s magazines.”
“These tastes very much include country music. But only the real old-time wailing, bluesy downhome sounds of the 20s, 30s, 40s, 50s and 60s. Not today’s ‘rock with hats’. Yuck!”
And then today, in one of the three “matches” that RSVP seems to automatically spit out every day, I got the following from a person who claimed to be very much in to “music, music, music”:
“Please no country and western.”
Oh dear … account terminated.