Pippa is a 40-year-old “artsy Parkdalian” who works in media. She describes her job as more of “a lifestyle”—she spends a lot of time running around between gigs, museum openings, and film festivals—but she’s also outdoorsy. “People often tell me I’m intimidating,” she says. “While I would agree that I’m pretty serious, I think I’m actually really goofy, too.” She met Chris online.
I was goaded into signing up for OkCupid by my friends. I’ve been really focused on my career, but I’m keen to meet someone smart, kind of nerdy, and romantic. Unlike most of the guys the site matched me with, I actually found Chris attractive. He was my type: skinny, tattooed, and clean cut. I thought his glasses were cute, and I liked his intense stare. He was also around my age, and his profile suggested he was into healthy eating and the outdoors.
Weirdly, the OkCupid algorithm said that we were a zero-percent match. I noticed he hadn’t filled out any of the personality or ethics questions, so I asked him why not. He responded that he didn’t think a computer should judge whether or not he was a match with someone, and that people should meet in person. We made a plan to go for coffee.
Chris was handsome and fit. He suggested we take a walk because he thought the coffee shop was too crowded. Right away, he asked me what I thought about Rob Ford. I told him I wasn’t into politics, but that it had been a crazy time to work in journalism. This sent him on a rant about how tired he was of hearing about Ford, how the media is treating him unfairly, and that they are losers with nothing else to do.
This took me by surprise. I guess you could call me a left-wing, bike-riding pinko. Still, I tried not to let Chris’ s views on this one topic turn me off completely. I said that I thought the story was important news, but that we should probably change the subject, so I asked about his job. He didn’t want to talk about it; he wanted to talk about Rob Ford. “If he walked by us right now, I’d tell him not to quit,” Chris said. “If he runs again, I’ll vote for him.” He admitted he had never voted in any election before, ever. He said he would this time, though, “out of spite.”
I imagine that under the right circumstances, debating and arguing can be hot. This was not one of those times. There was no romantic connection with Chris. It wasn’t even that he had such a strong opposing view of the mayor, but that he continued to talk about it non-stop. Also, his rant included a litany of clichés, including “I’m not racist, but…” and “I’m not homophobic, but….”
After an hour, I started to strategize about how to end the date. I ended up telling him that I had never met anyone I disagreed with on so many topics. I also mentioned that I didn’t feel like we clicked at all, but that it was nice to meet him anyway. He replied, “At least you can tell your friends you met someone who would vote for Rob Ford.”
Pippa rates her date (out of 10): 2
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