Interesting. I don't think I would sign up for this though. Not sure why since I could probablyDMV ladies, which one of yall wants to sign up for WaPo date lab?? These things are pitiful...
I want to know how they match these couples. What about her says "Beyonce-type", and I'm not talking about just looks?
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https://www.washingtonpost.com/life...65d92a3585d_story.html?utm_term=.8714ce4b7186
His first reaction to his blind date: ‘I did not feel worthy’
Robert Morin is a 32-year-old wine director and sommelier. He’s looking for a “Beyoncé-type” who is not rude to restaurant staff and knows how to have fun. Ursula Wright is a 30-year-old data analyst for federal transit systems. She likes outdoorsy mountain men who know how to get down on the dance floor and in the board room.
(Daniele Seiss/For The Washington Post)
By Neil Drumming
October 4
Ursula Wright is a 30-year-old data analyst originally from Seattle who likes to talk and doesn’t shy away from difficult or complicated topics. She told me that, going into her Date Lab date, she was worried about being matched with a white supremacist, a closet Republican or a “black dude that thinks Black Men are subversive.”
She also said this thing about life in D.C. that may sound controversial to some, but I’ve heard it enough that it wasn’t surprising. “To be a young, single black woman,” she said, “it’s hard to date in this city. A lot of dudes date white women. A lot of white men — if they date me, it’s only to date me. They would never marry me.”
When I asked Ursula if she actually wanted to get married, she took a practical view. “I don’t want to die alone,” she responded. “I could be splitting the rent. I could be boo’ed up. That’s smart.”
We sent Ursula to meet Rob Morin, 32, at San Lorenzo, an Italian restaurant in Shaw. She got there first. Rob arrived decked out in nice charcoal-colored pants and his favorite red Nikes, but his denim shirt was a little damp by the time he walked in the door. He was embarrassed and lied about where he’d just come from. “I told her it was raining,” he said. “But I was sweating. It’s funny unless you’re me.”
Rob is a sommelier, originally from New Hampshire, who sounds remarkably like the actor Josh Gad … if Josh Gad had already had a couple of glasses of wine. Rob is affable and painfully self-deprecating and was immediately taken with Ursula, who showed up to the restaurant in wedges and a wrap dress from Urban Outfitters. “She’s gorgeous,” Rob told me when I asked him to describe seeing her for the first time. “I did not feel worthy.”
Ursula said she thought that Rob was cute but that he looked like an old manager of hers that she didn’t like.
At dinner, Rob, naturally, selected the wine — something easily drinkable he thought Ursula might like because she’s typically more of a tequila or whiskey consumer — and they happily talked about politics, other cities they have lived in, and Ursula’s Peace Corps stint. Ursula couldn’t tell me what they ate (“a bunch of noodles I can’t remember”), but she did recall that the “conversation was flowing.” She too had worked in the service industry for a time, so they found kinship over that.
Ursula, who wants to go back to school to study urban planning, said she also mentioned she was reading a book about the history of the subject. But for some reason, Rob did not mention his interest in design or, as he wrote in his application, that he likes to “geek out on Frank Lloyd Wright.” Instead, she said, “he kept mentioning it was awkward that we were on the Date Lab and how people kept looking.”
Rob told me he had signed up for Date Lab because a previous Washington Post-sponsored date had gone down where he worked, and his bartender had encouraged him to put his name in the hat. It didn’t take much pushing; Rob is a fan of this column.
“It’s the best,” he gushed to me. “Put two strangers together and then you learn about them. It’s like the mind’s eye into the human psyche. That’s a fun idea.”
I’ll spare you the suspense: Ursula and Rob did not end up boo’ed up, betrothed and barreling down a path toward splitting the rent on a one-bedroom in Columbia Heights. Their date went the way that so many of these do: mystifyingly nowhere. And no amount of peering into the human psyche can produce a suitable logic behind the fizzle.
“I think she hated me,” he told me. “I know when I have another hour with someone. I just didn’t feel like she was thinking about the next hour.”
That said, they ended the night with a hug and exchanged numbers. And at least Rob and Ursula’s date did not reaffirm Ursula’s disheartening feelings about the racial divide in the Washington dating scene, or reinforce the idea that white men don’t like black women. Rob is white but not a white supremacist and not a closet Republican. And he liked her. A lot.
“I could talk with Ursula over a cup of coffee every Sunday for the next 50 Sundays,” he said. “I liked talking to her.” He just wishes he had made a better impression at the outset. “If I was a little drier, it might have gone a different way.”
Rate the date
Ursula: 3.5 [out of 5]. “I think it was automatic friend zone.”
Rob: 4. “Maybe she didn’t super hate me.”
Update
No further contact.
Not at all, he was smitten! But she reminds me of this meme
DMV ladies, which one of yall wants to sign up for WaPo date lab?? These things are pitiful...
I want to know how they match these couples. What about her says "Beyonce-type", and I'm not talking about just looks?
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https://www.washingtonpost.com/life...65d92a3585d_story.html?utm_term=.8714ce4b7186
His first reaction to his blind date: ‘I did not feel worthy’
Robert Morin is a 32-year-old wine director and sommelier. He’s looking for a “Beyoncé-type” who is not rude to restaurant staff and knows how to have fun. Ursula Wright is a 30-year-old data analyst for federal transit systems. She likes outdoorsy mountain men who know how to get down on the dance floor and in the board room.
(Daniele Seiss/For The Washington Post)
By Neil Drumming
October 4
Ursula Wright is a 30-year-old data analyst originally from Seattle who likes to talk and doesn’t shy away from difficult or complicated topics. She told me that, going into her Date Lab date, she was worried about being matched with a white supremacist, a closet Republican or a “black dude that thinks Black Men are subversive.”
She also said this thing about life in D.C. that may sound controversial to some, but I’ve heard it enough that it wasn’t surprising. “To be a young, single black woman,” she said, “it’s hard to date in this city. A lot of dudes date white women. A lot of white men — if they date me, it’s only to date me. They would never marry me.”
When I asked Ursula if she actually wanted to get married, she took a practical view. “I don’t want to die alone,” she responded. “I could be splitting the rent. I could be boo’ed up. That’s smart.”
We sent Ursula to meet Rob Morin, 32, at San Lorenzo, an Italian restaurant in Shaw. She got there first. Rob arrived decked out in nice charcoal-colored pants and his favorite red Nikes, but his denim shirt was a little damp by the time he walked in the door. He was embarrassed and lied about where he’d just come from. “I told her it was raining,” he said. “But I was sweating. It’s funny unless you’re me.”
Rob is a sommelier, originally from New Hampshire, who sounds remarkably like the actor Josh Gad … if Josh Gad had already had a couple of glasses of wine. Rob is affable and painfully self-deprecating and was immediately taken with Ursula, who showed up to the restaurant in wedges and a wrap dress from Urban Outfitters. “She’s gorgeous,” Rob told me when I asked him to describe seeing her for the first time. “I did not feel worthy.”
Ursula said she thought that Rob was cute but that he looked like an old manager of hers that she didn’t like.
At dinner, Rob, naturally, selected the wine — something easily drinkable he thought Ursula might like because she’s typically more of a tequila or whiskey consumer — and they happily talked about politics, other cities they have lived in, and Ursula’s Peace Corps stint. Ursula couldn’t tell me what they ate (“a bunch of noodles I can’t remember”), but she did recall that the “conversation was flowing.” She too had worked in the service industry for a time, so they found kinship over that.
Ursula, who wants to go back to school to study urban planning, said she also mentioned she was reading a book about the history of the subject. But for some reason, Rob did not mention his interest in design or, as he wrote in his application, that he likes to “geek out on Frank Lloyd Wright.” Instead, she said, “he kept mentioning it was awkward that we were on the Date Lab and how people kept looking.”
Rob told me he had signed up for Date Lab because a previous Washington Post-sponsored date had gone down where he worked, and his bartender had encouraged him to put his name in the hat. It didn’t take much pushing; Rob is a fan of this column.
“It’s the best,” he gushed to me. “Put two strangers together and then you learn about them. It’s like the mind’s eye into the human psyche. That’s a fun idea.”
I’ll spare you the suspense: Ursula and Rob did not end up boo’ed up, betrothed and barreling down a path toward splitting the rent on a one-bedroom in Columbia Heights. Their date went the way that so many of these do: mystifyingly nowhere. And no amount of peering into the human psyche can produce a suitable logic behind the fizzle.
“I think she hated me,” he told me. “I know when I have another hour with someone. I just didn’t feel like she was thinking about the next hour.”
That said, they ended the night with a hug and exchanged numbers. And at least Rob and Ursula’s date did not reaffirm Ursula’s disheartening feelings about the racial divide in the Washington dating scene, or reinforce the idea that white men don’t like black women. Rob is white but not a white supremacist and not a closet Republican. And he liked her. A lot.
“I could talk with Ursula over a cup of coffee every Sunday for the next 50 Sundays,” he said. “I liked talking to her.” He just wishes he had made a better impression at the outset. “If I was a little drier, it might have gone a different way.”
Rate the date
Ursula: 3.5 [out of 5]. “I think it was automatic friend zone.”
Rob: 4. “Maybe she didn’t super hate me.”
Update
No further contact.
So guess I can't be a candidate.Exact reason why I wouldn't want to do it, if I could use only my first name I may be up for itI wouldn't mind giving this method a try. Would be fun! But I wouldn't want the article to have my real name and picture.
Not specifically this date lab, but in general when it comes to the Date Lab series
--hee hee. 
I would go with married or catfished. Saying enough to keep you interested. Have you seen a picture?
How did this go? What did he say when the makeup videos were over? I remember making an ex watch hair videos all the time. Well I wouldn't make him I would just use the tv in the living room to run youtube so he couldn't watch anything else. He used to be rolling his eyes the whole time but he never said a word lolHe just watched quietly. And he was very still
Then said I should try it. He might have had a commentary here and there, but said the skull look would look nice on me.
Guess that settles it 
. I was so embarrassed that I thought he was someone else...He cut his dreads, and in pics he always has on hats and shades/glasses.
. He begins to tell me that he is on like a food break or something, I still want to look at menu though... I proceed to get a sangaria, cause I already know where this is going, no where... He compliments me out the wazooo, I tell him he smells good, until we start talking... Lol... I could tell that he may have not got to many hit backs from online, well let me not presume... But, he seemed like he won jackpot... I started to take him in and noticed how it really didnt look like he was putting his best foot forward, cause of the way he dressed. Dirty white low top sneakers, oversized blazer, yadda yadda. I definitely messed up cause I was working in a masculine energy and could have used the time as a way to practice femininity, but it wasnt worth it... 
I really thought I was going to get a meal, I was starved... Luckily, it was around corner from home... Yea so not worth posting, but the trails are the trails, Lol 
Hey ladies...
I had an interaction that kept me awake all night...which is weird.
So I am terrible about social media. I have a FB and IG but neither are popping like that... I post on both from time to time and I have a good amount of followers. Well, yesterday I posted a bday shoutout on FB for a friend that's in an org I'm in. One of my followers that I've briefly chatted with sometimes via posts (his and mine) asked if I knew someone else in the org so I told him to reach out to me on messenger. (I accepted the guy because thought that I knew him from my old neighborhood -- a guy I grew up with has the same nickname that the guy uses as his username on FB and they also favor).
So we chatted about the org a bit on messenger, then I asked him about the old neighborhood...he was like, "Huh? It's me!" I was like "me who?" He was like "remember me from the old job?" Turns out that he's an ex. We dated back when we were about 25. He said, all this time we been following each other you didn't know it was me?
Our relationship wasn't bad but we were young and both of us did foolish things back then. We enjoyed each other's company though...I told him we should have stuck things out and he agreed. We chatted via messenger for a few hours and talked about old memories. The conversation really stuck with me and I couldn't shake it off afterward. He didn't ask for my number and I didn't offer it or ask for his. He did ask for my IG and this morning I see that he's liked a bunch of my pics. I know nothing will probably come of it, but I am shocked about how it made me feel.
ETA: So, besides y'all...I told my coworker and my friend. Coworker says to give him my number which I absolutely REFUSE to do. She's trying to have me out here on some masculine energy...I think not. My sister said I did the right thing by falling back. My thing is twofold: 1. Men go for what they want 2. He's been following me for a while, and KNEW it was me....so again, men go for what they want.
These men are so aggravating. 
I don’t turn down free food
So I posted this on my IG yesterday and immediately got 3 date offers
Including one from the guy I was fussing about yesterday
And yes I did accept
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