But the laughter made me merry and I gave him my number, when he asked, so he could Whatsapp me. When I asked about him, he said he was “young and wild”.He sent me screenshots of music he liked (Led Zep, Pink Floyd, Balkan Beat Box). And that’s kind of how I wound up going out for a drink with a Dead Sea Salesman. He still sends me messages, in Hebrew, saying he misses me, even though we’ve never met.) As a precaution, I started left-swiping anyone who looked even vaguely Semitic.Instead, we talked about folk music and how he wished he’d been born in the Sixties. We wondered, jointly, how social media was going to change the way people met in the future.
Choose The Right Photos My “Likes” were almost all based on how cute I thought men looked in their pictures.The youngster was quick off the mark and started off with an upbeat but neutral “hey” (thrilling, I know). Tell me you’re not selling Dead Sea cosmetics :)” Him: “Hahaha I know…Going on his first name I figured he was Israeli (so am I), and I cannily replied “shalom”. I tried to type back in Hebrew (I failed dismally). And I do.” At which point I started laughing out loud (I was at my hairdresser, holding my phone so I could read the screen while my hair was being washed).I uploaded some photos, too, hoping a cute profile pic would be enough to “sell” me. I don’t know if the funny name encouraged or discouraged certain types of men (“Hello, Meat Book! Certainly, I was getting enough responses to quickly realise the whole “cougar” thing was pretty popular online.Most of my matches were significantly younger than me – although I was aware of tacitly encouraging that in the way I selected men.