After hearing all the tall tales I decided to venture into the unknown world of web dating. At my side as loyal squire and guide I had an old friend, who had recently acquired himself a girlfriend in this fashion. First I did some test driving of the different available sites, and there are many, some free and shady others paid and populous. After due consideration and advice from my "dating coach" I chose a site called "elite daters".

I know it sounds pretentious at best and fascist at worst, but since all that was required to be "the elite" was a post secondary education, I decided to put aside the customary Danish modesty (which is not that fashionable these days anyway), and sign up.

After having entered all the basic information and uploading a flattering picture, you are asked to write a short profile text. Now there is a challenge. How do you define your self in a short and concise way without being boring and cliche, but remaining honest, yet projecting an appealing image? I felt a little cheated; was this not supposed to be the easy way to find the woman of my dreams? All my hesitations with this media re-emerged, but the awaiting treasures of appealing women made me type out an angry blurb guaranteed to disenchant any woman.

I was not disappointed. There were numerous beautiful and well educated women with good jobs, healthy hobbies and the right opinions. Yet they were all single. But of course they also had some requirements of potential partners; among the most frequently repeated ones: "someone who can sweep me off my feet!" WHAT? I do not even know you and you want me to commit to sweeping you off your feet? What kind of princess attitude is that? I truly began to understand what kind of environment I was operating in, when I tried to write a few of the seemingly less princess-ish women. Apparently the women on there get so many inquiries that they do not even bother answering people with a flat "no thanks".

Two days of that and I had had enough. But then a girl actually took the initiative to write me (meanwhile I had rewritten my profile text). SWEET, I thought. But then the trouble began again. Feeling the call to be completely honest, I began to ponder all the bad things or potential complications that I owed to tell. Again, how does one describe one self with earnest unflattering precision without scaring people away? One thing I am sure came across was my tendency to be overly analytical, but as of now, I am not sure if my clumsy rush to reveal the skeletons alienated her for good. I admit that the balance between what you reveal in which order and how fast is a mystery to me in this situation. It is essentially an interview for a very intimate position, where you are expected to be honest and trustworthy, and yet it seems being a little sneaky is the only way to get the job.