I’ve been asked to take the plunge. No, I’m not getting engaged. I have taken on the challenge of experiencing online dating.

I’ve always considered online dating to be the last resort – no offense to the thousands of people who use cyber matchmakers. The commercials for eharmony.com and match.com feature middle-aged people – not me – with no game – definitely not me. But following advice – and Dr. Phil’s “it’s okay to look” mantra – I made a profile on chemistry.com, since I couldn’t stand the idea of being turned down by an online dating service, keeping in mind the possibility chemistry.com might only consist of people who have been turned down by its competitors.

Dr. Helen Fisher is the face of chemistry.com. According to the site, Fisher is a biological anthropologist author and “an expert in the science of human attraction.”

I’ll be the judge of that, Helen.

My initiation into the cyber-dating world was a question about my hands.

“Which one of the following pictures best represents your right hand?” I scrolled down to find four graphics of left hands. Perfect.

The beginning questions were drawn from the typical first-date repertoire – “what is my family structure? What kind of relationship am I looking for?” I searched for the option, “the kind of relationship that will lead to some funny situations to write about, but not anything creepy,” to no avail.

Sporadically throughout the survey were questions I assume were used to judge my technical or creative sides.

“What do your doodles typically look like?”

Personally, I think it’s a little early in this to be asking about my doodles.

After completing the questionnaire, Fisher evaluated my answers (personally, I’m sure). I was dubbed a “skywalker.” My evaluation must have exposed my affinity for podracing and lightsabers.

“Although you enjoy people and can be charming and humorous, you are not very interested in routine social engagements or boring people. You make an exciting, though at times distant, companion,” according to the evaluation.

Touché, Dr. Fisher.

Twenty-four hours later, I checked my profile with Facebook-like regularity to find I had five potential matches and a message that “Jeremy* is interested in me!”

Turns out Jeremy is 24 and lives in South Dakota. Let the games begin.

The names were changed to protect innocent cyber-daters.