Regarding dating, I have discovered that I don’t really have a type.

You think you know what you like but you can surprise yourself.

Recently, OK Cupid’s CEO went under fire for admitting  that every now and then they mess up the dating algorithm that matches people, just for kicks.

If that sounds BIG BROTHER and reckless to you, hear me out.

I don’t like to overhear ‘Nope, he is not her type, or she will never like that book, or Nance, don’t go to Belize, you will be bored.’ I don’t want to close any doors, or have myself fully figured out down to the last detail. I want to be a work in progress. I want to surprise myself at every turn in life.

If you only seek out RomComs or Documentaries and you go to an action movie and love it, it is an awakening and a reminder that no matter how old the dog, a new trick is possible. When someone sets you up with someone who they think you will love and you don’t,  I find it reassuring. It is more exciting to know you can surprise yourself and that every now and then you will love the book everyone thought you’d hate, show up with a story that no one would expect could be yours or try something that has you so out of your box, you may never get back in.

Last night an old friend said no one has ever set me up with anyone. I asked are you open to online dating? She said no.  Ok, what are you looking for? She said he has to live south of Bloor. And ride a bike. And have original thoughts. And not be a rich asshole. I could not help but remind her that not all men north of Bloor are wolves of Wall Street who choose the mirror side of the table so that they can stare at themselves lovingly throughout dinner.

At the end of the day our choices are up to us and we take stock as we go, but sometimes our scope can get narrowed unnecessarily.

Sometimes I love it when they mess with my algorithm.

This morning’s lunch bag love note to my daughter. It is my note to myself too.