Delusional

Yeah, I don’t think we’re soul mates.

This story is from Amy, a 25-year-old arts journalist in NYC, as told to Raz:

Todd and I met online. He sounded interesting in his emails, so we went back and forth for a while.

Eventually, he asked, “So how’s this whole online dating thing been going for you?”

Kind of an awkward convo with someone you haven’t met in person, but whatever. I responded, “It’s been fun. Just haven’t found that kindred spirit.”

We kept chatting for a couple more days and he eventially asked me out for drinks.

As so often happens on online dates, I knew as soon as we sat down at the bar that we weren’t right for each other. The conversation was incredibly awkward, he was dorky and worked in finance, with no interest in the arts. I work in the arts, and need a guy who can share at least a little bit of that passion with me. Basically, we had almost nothing in common and even less to talk about. I left that date positive that he would never call me again.

But then, on the way home, I got a text: “So what do you think? Kindred spirits?” he said.

Yup, not only had he quoted me back to me, but he clearly didn’t know what the term “kindred spirit” even meant. Or did he just think that we’d had a good date? I decided not to question him further and just let it slide. After all, I can’t waste time on him—I’ve got my kindred spirit to find.