In my data, it's pretty much the same. The preference for partners of similar socioeconomic and education backgrounds has always been there, but it's never been an overwhelmingly strong preference. It's never been the case that people who married someone of a higher or lesser education level were ostracized in the Local Slut San Carlos Arizona way other attributes might have been. Online dating was, in my bitchy and judgmental estimation, for women who wanted to get married, stat, and were willing to settle for whatever turned up a few clicks away.
On the other hand, real-life relationship had so far led me into a former frat boy that got jealous when a homeless man talked to me, a gay guy who was looking for a woman to bear his children, and a Free Sluts To Fuck something singer in a Rick James cover band who once pooped his pants on The Jenny Jones Show. Now again, this is just personal experience but if you get away from trying to make your marks on the check sheet and take an interest in what individuals male or female enjoy and are interested in, you'll find that you probably have something to discuss.
If you don't, this individual was probably someone you wouldn't need to spend time with anyway. Internet dating scams typically involve someone developing a fake profile, be it on a dating site or a social media platform.
This is often called 'catfishing. Many will claim to be from a Western state but currently working abroad. I didn't start to date in earnest until after I'd finished my first-ever job in journalism. Writing up to eight stories per week, work left little time for love, and in such a small town, the pickings were slim to begin with. When I moved to Boston to start a gig at a big city daily, leaving behind both a simpler way of life and an unrequited crush on a tall and bumbling British colleague, I found myself in a new place, with more free time but no network of friends.
And so I started to date. At first I went out with men I met "in real life," as I now call it. There was the bartender who asked for my number when I came in on a below-zero night in search of a stiff drink before a party where my school ex-boyfriend -- the first to break my heart -- would be in attendance.
