Dispatches from the front lines: Don’t make me strain my handsPosted: November 12, 2011
Today on a well-known dating website I began a conversation with a woman, an artist from suburban Chicago. In any case, after a few message exchanges she wrote the following:
I don’t mean to be rude, but I have very limited keyboard time since my work requires use of my hands away from the computer… a new email friend is not a good match for me.
Good luck in your search.
Seriously. She had preemptively determined that this was destined to be nothing more than an email friendship. Not all that unusual. But she concluded therefore that further communication would put undue strain on her hands, and potentially compromise her tender creative capabilities. Not meaning to be rude, of course.
And of course, none of the rest of us need to use our hands in our daily work. Oh, voice-recognition keyboard technology, where are you when we need you?!
Dating websites have painfully reminded me that the moment a woman encounters a man, she begins looking for a reason to reject him. This, I have to admit, is one of the more creative.
I’m sure she’ll find someone she can communicate with telepathically.
This has been another Dispatch From The Front Lines.