His credentials? He's a male who's online dated. That's it. I then searched around the internet and discovered an advice column - and online dating advice book - written for men by a woman. Her credentials? That she's a woman who's online dated - that's it. I found several online dating coaches too and their credentials were, quite simply, that they had online dated. Some even exclaimed, in exuberant self-promotion, that they had found their soulmates online - thus implying that this success made them more than simple experts. This made them masters at online dating. This self-professed proficiency is odd to me. For instance, I've been cooking for myself for about 20 years, but could I call myself an expert? Apparently I could. But, am I? Well, put it this way, I only recently discovered that paprika and cayenne pepper - though similar in looks - taste nothing alike. The two friends I had over for dinner can vouch for this once they start talking to me again. So, yes, I cook, but God help anyone who comes to me for advice on it. Which brings me back to those columnists, authors and coaches people trust with their hearts for no reason other than, having online dated, presumably makes them
His credentials? He's a male who's online dated. That's it. I then searched around the internet and discovered an advice column - and online dating advice book - written for men by a woman. Her credentials? That she's a woman who's online dated - that's it. I found several online dating coaches too and their credentials were, quite simply, that they had online dated. Some even exclaimed, in exuberant self-promotion, that they had found their soulmates online - thus implying that this success made them more than simple experts. This made them masters at online dating. This self-professed proficiency is odd to me. For instance, I've been cooking for myself for about 20 years, but could I call myself an expert? Apparently I could. But, am I? Well, put it this way, I only recently discovered that paprika and cayenne pepper - though similar in looks - taste nothing alike. The two friends I had over for dinner can vouch for this once they start talking to me again. So, yes, I cook, but God help anyone who comes to me for advice on it. Which brings me back to those columnists, authors and coaches people trust with their hearts for no reason other than, having online dated, presumably makes them