Almost immediately after registering on my first dating site, I made a connection. But that’s not where this story begins.

Last summer I saw one of the 70’s jam bands (think Grateful Dead-ish). At the show, I mentioned to one of my friends that the next love of my life could be in that crowd. Yes, the next love of my life could be a bald guy in tie dye.

Fast forward several weeks and I’m an internet dating virgin. I read a profile that interests me. He seems low key, and we share a couple of interests, so I send an email. And he responds. Wouldn’t ya know it, he was at that same concert. Jam bands are his jam.

We emailed back and forth a couple of times and set up a phone date. He was nice. Shared a lot about himself, and we had a few coincidences that made conversation easy enough. I checked him out on facebook, bald guy in tie dye at a concert. Every photo. Every single photo. I had my doubts.

The second phone call overwhelmed me. He’d thought about me non-stop and felt we had a real connection. Too much based on too little.

The next day I broke up with my virtual boyfriend like a millennial…by text.