Code dating food
So I have two possible strategies at this point I'm sort of figuring out.One, I can take my grandmother's advice and sort of least-expect my way into maybe bumping into the one out of 35 possible men in the entire 1.5-million-person city of Philadelphia, or I could try online dating.
So my name is Amy Webb, and a few years ago I found myself at the end of yet another fantastic relationship that came burning down in a spectacular fashion. I also have a very tight-knit family, and I'm very, very close with my sister, and as a result, I wanted to have the same type of family when I grew up.
So I'm at the end of this bad breakup, I'm 30 years old, I figure I'm probably going to have to date somebody for about six months before I'm ready to get monogamous and before we can sort of cohabitate, and we have to do that for a while before we can get engaged.
And if I want to start having children by the time I'm 35, that meant that I would have had to have been on my way to marriage five years ago. If my strategy was to least-expect my way into true love, then the variable that I had to deal with was serendipity.
In fact, in Judaism, there were matchmakers a long time ago, and though they didn't have an explicit algorithm per se, they definitely were running through formulas in their heads, like, is the girl going to like the boy? The matchmaker would sort of think through all of this, put two people together, and that would be the end of it. As I'm signing on to the various dating websites, as it happens, I was really, really busy. The biggest problem is that I hate filling out questionnaires of any kind, and I certainly don't like questionnaires that are like Cosmo quizzes. So in the descriptive part up top, I said that I was an award-winning journalist and a future thinker. guy invited me out to one of Philadelphia's white-table-cloth, extremely expensive restaurants. And they say to me, "Stop complaining." So I said, fine, from here on out I'm only going on dates where I know there's Wi-Fi, and I'm bringing my laptop.
So in my case, I thought, well, will data and an algorithm lead me to my Prince Charming? When I was asked about fun activities and my ideal date, I said monetization and fluency in Japanese. So obviously this was not the best way to put my most sexy foot forward. The algorithm matched us up because we share a love of gadgets, we share a love of math and data and '80s music, and so I agreed to go out with him. And we went in, and right off the bat, our conversation really wasn't taking flight, but he was ordering a lot of food. I'm going to shove it into my bag, I'm going to have this email template, and I'm going to fill it out and collect information on all these different data points during the date to prove to everybody that empirically, these dates really are terrible.