Posted by Michelle Nguyen on December 10, 2010 at 3:22 pm
This winter formal season, The Voice tried a new experiment and played matchmaking for our dearest readers. The response was overwhelming, and if we couldn’t get back to you, our apologies. If the match we found for you didn’t deliver, we’re terribly sorry. Rest assured that with all the feedback we’ve received, our system will be improved in time for Spring Formals!
We thank you for your faith in our Matchmaking power, and we look forward to serving you again soon! Here are some stories*, variously titled “The Good, The Bad, and The Unexpected,” to round up the whole experience. Two freshman girls had two extremely different experiences, and a Varsity athlete in Eliot House went on a perfect date with a girl who still isn’t quite convinced about his sexual orientation. Maybe he’s too good to be true? Read on and find out for yourself!
*Names have been retracted to protect the privacy of our clients.
As a blind dating newbie, my roommate and I decided to be adventurous and do the Voice Matchmaker together. Confused as how these matches would be made after no questions were asked about ourselves and only what we desired in a date, I was blessed by the matchmaking gods and asked to the Adams formal this past Sunday. My roommate graciously lent me a beautiful dress and sent me on my way into the Cambridge cold.
Unable to find the entrance and knowing nothing about my match except for his name, I wandered anxiously until I got a call from my date to invite me inside. Everything about the Adams House formal, whose theme was “Harry Potter,” was beautiful. The House could easily be mistaken for Hogwarts for the night. My date, a senior Adams resident, was extremely sweet and friendly and we wove in through the trees and mystical music to get inside, be sorted, and receive our wands.
Somehow, The Voice found me a perfect date and great new friend. We mingled for the night until he was drawn back to his room to work on his thesis. I am still unsure if the Voice worked its magic, if it was a purely magical night, or if Harvard is just full of truly nice guys. Either way it worked out for me, I had a great time and I hope my date felt the same!
Read on for two extremely “interesting” stories!
As freshmen, my friend and I thought it would be funny to put ourselves into The Voice’s Matchmaker website so we could attend a random house formal and have fun. Sunday morning, I got an email with my date assignment, and immediately I looked him up on the Harvard Facebook. Weird… He wasn’t on it. I knew he had to be a student here, because he had an @fas email account, and yet, he seemed not to exist. A few hours later, I get an email from my mysterious date, asking me to meet up with him for coffee. I was nervous, to say the least, so I made a couple of friends come with me.
When we arrived to the coffee shop, my friends pretended not to know me and watched anxiously from across the shop as my formal date walked in. He was definitely in his 20s, and seemed a bit bizarre. But I wasn’t going to judge the book by its cover and just leave; he could’ve been a nice guy. I quickly realized that was not the case. First, the mystery of his non-existence on the Harvard Facebook was solved: he was an Extension School student. Second, he didn’t seem to have a major, which seemed odd for a supposed junior in college. Lastly, he was rather creepy; my first impression had been spot on. After we got our coffee, there were no seats left inside, but I refused to leave and suggested that we stand, refusing to go anywhere else with him. Five minutes into the coffee “date,” my roommate saved me. After texting her multiple “help” messages, she called me, insisting on the phone that I get home right away because she needed me desperately. I put all my elementary school acting to good work, apologized, and ran out of there as quickly as I could.
Needless to say, I learned that even at Harvard, finding dates online, even as a joke, can potentially be a pretty bad idea.
I received an email from “The Voice” informing me of a match for a House formal on Monday, and I knew it was a prank played on me by my mischievous blockmates. My first instinct was to hit reply and politely opt my way out of this. “Online matchmaking” just has a rather negative ring to it, and I wasn’t going to put myself on the line for a potentially creepy/desperate/insert derogatory adjectives here guy.
On second thought, I changed my mind. It was an idle Monday, my mysterious “date” already has an extra ticket, and what did I have to lose, really? A couple of hours more spent agonizing over this English paper? No. I thought this might be worth a shot. Suspicious as I always am, I shot “The Voice” an email begging for more information. I got a reply within minutes assuring me that this guy was a Varsity athlete, tall, and has “a great personality.”
Half an hour later (after having meticulously screened me on Facebook, I’m sure), the date (let’s call him “John”) emailed me, asking if I wanted to get dinner. I was intrigued. Could it be that my abysmal dating life at Harvard was about to change?
We met at a Japanese restaurant, and surprisingly enough, dinner went well. There was the initial awkwardness perfunctory in blind dates, but John was a great conversationalist. He was refreshingly frank and captivating. He knew a little too much about fashion/girly gossip in general, which prompted me to ask, rather facetiously, if he was gay. He assured me that he wasn’t. I felt like I just dodged a bullet. I asked why a guy like him, who clearly seems like he can get a lot of girls by himself, needed a “matchmaking service.” He laughed and said he’s “actually pretty shy,” which I didn’t buy. He finally said he thought it’d be a fun way to meet new people, and he knew the girl who was directing the whole thing, so it’s not like he was going to get matched with “someone crazy.” (I’m glad I passed this one test?)
After dinner, we went back to our respective houses and got ready for formal. Since it was an unexpected affair, I had to enlist my roommate (who, in fact, did enter me into the matchmaking thing out of boredom) to help me get ready. He showed up at my door forty minutes later, clearly surprised by my “transformation.” He even commended my roommate for her “fantastic work,” which earned him some brownie points, but further perpetuate my concern regarding his sexuality.
Whatever, I put all my worries and inhibitions behind and really let myself have fun with this random stranger. In many ways, it was the perfect date. I’m glad that I put myself out there and did something spontaneous for a change. Where is this going to go? I don’t know, but at the very least I had fun. So thanks, The Voice!
From “John”: She’s really great! My only thing was that she seemed overly concerned about her hair. She was constantly afraid that it was messed up, but I really didn’t care! As for the future, I don’t know. We’ll see. My heart is still open!