Guy is in his early 50s, works in sales, and describes himself as “a modern preppy, Polo-and-jeans-wearing type of gent” who is “always ready to go to dinner, or party into the wee hours.” Guy says he likes going to the beach, rock concerts, the theatre, the opera, and local charity events. He says “Hell, I’ll go to the opening of an envelope if there’s an open bar.” Guy is “fun-loving, funny, energetic, and generous.” Guy has been single for a few months. He says “I’m looking for someone who has a face that would let her get her way, but who is funny and laughs a lot, and loves movies and music.”

On my third date with Christine, I took her to a high-end rock concert. It was a gamble investing that kind of money in a woman I’d just started dating, but she was insanely attractive, and I was “all in.”

I found Christine really engaging. Our conversations were always fun and flirty. She had an “up for anything” attitude that was great for showing her “my” Toronto, including brunching at my favourite dim sum restaurant. The fact that she had never had dim sum before added to the fun. On our second date, she stayed over, but nothing happened.

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The night of the rock show, we went out for appetizers first. We were doing a lot of handholding, canoodling and posing for photos. It was going really well. I had arranged for us to meet up with some friends to watch the concert in the VIP section of the venue. There were kisses, hugs and bottles of wine all around when we got there. My friends liked her, and kept saying what a good-looking couple we made. Christine loved the band and was really excited. The evening was shaping up to be epic. Until the concert started.

Christine — who is about twenty years my junior — started taking videos of the concert. Not just one every half-hour, for fun, but recording every song. I repeat, every song. I don’t think she really looked at the stage once. She recorded the songs, added her commentary, posted them on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, who knows where, and shampoo rinse and repeat. I had never seen anything like it.

Christine had hardly ever used her phone on our other dates, which I had appreciated. I never check my phone while I’m on a date. Sometimes I leave it at home. I suggested that she put down her phone, but she ignored me. My friends were wondering where I found her. Granted, Christine is extremely attractive, but, is she new?

Christine must have noticed that my group of friends, all of us veteran concertgoers, were irritated, but she seemed not to know that what she was doing was considered rude. My friends were perturbed, having to look over her outstretched arms with the iPhone in her hand, recording the show. She ended up having her arms up in the air, holding her phone, for hours. She actually seemed so oblivious to our suggestions that she put her phone in her bag that I wonder if she thought what she was doing was funny, or even if deep down inside she was bristling at our irritation and thought “Screw it” and kept going.

No one was more frustrated than me. Also, when she wasn’t recording the show, she was texting. It was just ridiculous. I told her, jokingly of course, that I was going to hide the phone if she didn’t put it away. I don’t know if she was embarrassed, or pissed off, or what.

I know we’re in a different media age now, but people and their smartphones have totally ruined the live music experience. I don’t expect everyone to leave their phones untouched throughout an entire concert, but now, it's like if you don’t post it, it didn’t happen. Are you really planning on going home and rewatching your videos to relive the experience? I mean, there's nothing like a dark, distant, shaky iPhone concert video! Besides, at the show, you’ll look like someone who doesn’t get out much.

Christine told me she was going to go out for a cigarette, and this other girl — who I would eventually end up dating — came up to me and said that Christine had gone out for a smoke with her, and told her to tell me that she was gone. Like, hopped in a cab back to my place to get her car, and gone. She blocked me on Facebook the same night.

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Strangely, I felt relieved, because now I could enjoy the show. Which I did, immensely.

Guy rates the date (out of 10): 2