A couple of years ago during my first tryst with online dating, I had a little trouble getting my sea legs under me. Communicating with individuals that I didn't know seemed so awkward. Who should initiate the conversation? What's proper protocol to interact with someone online? How many times should I tolerate blatant assassination of the English language before emailing a link to merriamwebster.com?
It all felt so overwhelming. Then I saw a guy who caught my eye. His profile picture showed him to be tall and handsome with caramel colored skin and short, curly, black hair. Spelling & grammar did not allude him as his profile was perfectly written. I had two mental fainting spells before sending him a message.
We chatted a bit online before exchanging phone numbers, and transitioning to text messages. His name was Michael. Michael Gabrielle. "What a beautiful name," I commented. I really did love his name. So much so that I felt it apropos to divulge my love of MJ to him. Without further prompting, I sent him a photo of myself dressed up in a "Thriller" costume for Halloween. In my defense, I thought it would be a great ice breaker - demonstrating that I was the perfect blend of brains, beauty and humor. Unfortunately, it gave off more of a "sideshow freak" vibe. I never heard from him again.
On the brighter side of things, I certainly know what NOT to do in the future. Although my learning didn't help me here.