DoLA: You're Going to Die Alone

I'm having a bit of a laugh at this guy on a dating website. I was just being friendly because I saw that he checked out my profile and he happened to be in New Mexico, where I'm going to a convention next week. So I sent him a message being friendly and saying if he happened to be going we should meet up.

He came back with this:

"I'm not sure I see what basis we would have for meeting,
though Freud did say that sometimes the unconscious knows best....
So I'm not saying no....

On my profile you'll find a link to a pre-dating quiz
which I put a lot of stock in."

I gently corrected his misapprehension about my intentions. So he writes back:

I don't get involved with inexperienced people who jerk me around.

I had to laugh because otherwise I'd have to pity him. What the hell? I cannot imagine he gets hit on terribly much, he's not exactly a great beauty and his profile is nothing special. I made the mistake of thinking there would be a chance he'd be going to Bubonicon because he talks so much about his computer programing instead of looking for stronger indicators. I don't think I'd date him even if he lived in Denver much less living hundreds of miles away in Santa Fe because he's verging on too old for me at 42 and he appeared to be somewhat conservative as gays go. But I'm always open to making new friends and until I wrote to him I thought he might be an otherwise worthwhile guy.

So this goes in the department of laughing at, not with. He's going to die alone and he probably won't ever figure out why.