Thanks, but you seem to forget that if she did research and decided I wasn’t her type, she only needed to unmatch herself, and she simply disappears from my matches, no muss, no fuss.

The point of the essay was the apparent lost art of conversation. Conversation is like tennis. I serve the ball, and you hit it back to me. Or try to at least.

Since I am not playing the conversation game to defeat you and “win”, my shots across the net are easy, right down the middle and slow.

Number #143 was just standing there, letting the ball go past her and not even trying.