I tried online dating a number of years ago. The saying “the odds are good, but the goods are odd” seemed to apply. I met some perfectly nice men, with whom I became friends. I also met some total freaks. Chemistry is a strange and unpredictable thing, so I found that the trick was to meet people fairly quickly for a coffee, rather than type messages back and forth for ages, only to meet them and realise there was nothing there. One guy used a very, very old, very inaccurate photo. One lectured me for 45 minutes on the scoring methodology for the actuarial exams (I kid you not). I only had 3 criteria for men: no smokers, no excessive use of hair care products, and no white leather dress shoes (that are not trainers). I was casting the net pretty wide. I met a man who, within 3 minutes of meeting, lit a cigarette. There were only 3 criteria! Why would you respond if you are a smoker??? I met lots of men who cannot spell. I was sent the same message two different times by the same man (he cut and pasted it, and seemed to forget he had already messaged me). I got messages from a man who forgot to take the other woman’s name off the greeting. I was happy to meet a stranger for a coffee, but some men insisted I travel far to meet them for the first time, or come to dinner at their house when I had never met them before (no thanks). Some just wanted to type endlessly and never meet. I finally got a message that read (all in lower case letters): “my name haas. need woman. phone number 07xx xxx xxx”. He also looked like Jabba the Hutt (at least from the shoulders up). Hmmm. Incentive to call you? Zero! That is when I finally gave up. I am happy and self contained. I would rather just go to lectures and events that I am interested in. If I meet someone that is good company, then great. If not, no worries.