Mr. Unavailable #108: D.O.A.

Vital Stats: 40, Corporate Computer Guy, "Silver Fox," as they say. Aesthetic: Neat work tie and shirt, no jacket. Demeanor: Sportsy Bronx-born New Yorker Gone Corporate

First Date: Via Match.com. We met in front of the Apple store on 59th and Fifth Avenue and then walked to Mickey Mantle's Bar, Central Park South

First Impression: Sportsy Bronx-born New Yorker Gone Corporate

Signs of Hope: Conversion rolled smoothly. We shared interests, discussed recent travel, I learned about his 21-year-old daughter, who wanted to be a journalist, as I was for many years until I realized that one day I would probably want to have a savings account with money accumulating in it. His daughter actually sounded pretty cool and I was vaguely trying to sort out how to meet her...

Red Flags: ...without having to go through him because, from the moment he walked up to me, I detected zero interest. My camp probably could have generated some interest if there were any sign of life from his camp, but there was nothing. I came very close to saying, "Do you want to just forget it?" But I didn't. The conversion rolled smoothly probably because neither of us had any emotional investment.

Turning Point: The moment he walked up to me.

Diagnosis: This match was D.O.A.--it was pretty much a by-the-book, no-nonsense, no-interest date. The only truly odd moment came at the end, when we were parting ways and he said, "Talk soon?" Apparently, no one has told him yet that on a date where there is clearly no interest from either side, a "Nice to meet you" generally suffices as a respectable farewell.