OK, so started the research endeavor with Google, you may have heard of it, and one of the first hits was Wikipedia, another obscure website, stay with me. So I figure, I’m not proud, I’ll start with the basics, a virtual version of online dating for dummies. Upon a quick scan (I’m a very detail-oriented researcher) a few fun facts popped up. Apparently, U.S. denizens shell out the bucks for online dating. In fact, it is second only to pornography. God Bless America. There is something comforting about the fact that people actually want to have sex with someone other than themselves. That is assuming that porn consumers are not also the online daters, eew.
Friday, September 11, 2009
No!!!
Well, I guess it's official. I'm Internet dating and writing about it. Oh GOD, noooooooooo!
Now, let's talk about this free website plentyoffish.com. I have to go on record, I've had a profile on this site for about 3 months and have been inundated by emails. Seriously, 6 to 8 men email me everyday.But here's the deal, they are all ridiculous. Ridiculous! I tell you. "Hey, your cute - wannna talk?" No I don't wannnnna talk and it's you're: you. are. Damn it!
The first guy I actually felt compelled to respond to was named Nerek (that's his name and I'm sticking to it). He was 39, fairly attractive, charming, and genuine or at least his profile was. We emailed for a while, our conversations were fairly interesting. He even used the word rapier in humorous and correct context, but he eventually got tired of emailing and wrote "When can we have a real conversation?" Shoot. Never!
Now, let's talk about this free website plentyoffish.com. I have to go on record, I've had a profile on this site for about 3 months and have been inundated by emails. Seriously, 6 to 8 men email me everyday.But here's the deal, they are all ridiculous. Ridiculous! I tell you. "Hey, your cute - wannna talk?" No I don't wannnnna talk and it's you're: you. are. Damn it!
The first guy I actually felt compelled to respond to was named Nerek (that's his name and I'm sticking to it). He was 39, fairly attractive, charming, and genuine or at least his profile was. We emailed for a while, our conversations were fairly interesting. He even used the word rapier in humorous and correct context, but he eventually got tired of emailing and wrote "When can we have a real conversation?" Shoot. Never!
Here We Go...
Oh god here we go. Online dating. The very idea makes me want to grab some MMs and a movie and beeline it to my couch. Though, my brief foray into this bizarre world was relatively painless, I just know I narrowly escaped the horror stories that I'm about to live out. The extent of my undignified experience with online dating was a guy with some kind of skin condition which didn't show up in his online picture and he ended up returning to an old girlfriend anyway. A minor "dumping" from someone less hot than me, ouch.
But that was years ago and the other major areas of my life have stabilized, so I have no more excuses for not jumping back into the saddle.I can't help it. There is just something gross about advertising yourself and, for the more intrepid, shopping for men. Several of my friends met their mates in college. That is so much more natural. Why didn't I just grab a "good-enough" in school?
But that was years ago and the other major areas of my life have stabilized, so I have no more excuses for not jumping back into the saddle.I can't help it. There is just something gross about advertising yourself and, for the more intrepid, shopping for men. Several of my friends met their mates in college. That is so much more natural. Why didn't I just grab a "good-enough" in school?
Seriously?
I have a new friend. Her name is Cristina. We hadn't really hung out, but I was fairly sure I would like her when we did.
On Friday she asked me if I wanted to see Kathy Griffin in San Francisco over the Labor Day Weekend. I said YES. So we headed to the bay and saw Kathy. Damn, that is one funny lady-bird. Kathy Griffin has always reminded me of a Rhode Island Red.
The next evening Cristina and I went to the movie theater, ordered a huge bag of buttered popcorn, two buckets of diet soda, and watched Julie & Julia. We loved it. Amy Adams, Meryl Streep, cooking, eating, romance. What could be better?
When we got home we talked and laughed and bonded over cooking, eating, searching for your passion in life, blah, blah, blah... Then, as if on some pathetic cue, we started talking about the men in our lives and the fact that they didn't exist.
On Friday she asked me if I wanted to see Kathy Griffin in San Francisco over the Labor Day Weekend. I said YES. So we headed to the bay and saw Kathy. Damn, that is one funny lady-bird. Kathy Griffin has always reminded me of a Rhode Island Red.
The next evening Cristina and I went to the movie theater, ordered a huge bag of buttered popcorn, two buckets of diet soda, and watched Julie & Julia. We loved it. Amy Adams, Meryl Streep, cooking, eating, romance. What could be better?
When we got home we talked and laughed and bonded over cooking, eating, searching for your passion in life, blah, blah, blah... Then, as if on some pathetic cue, we started talking about the men in our lives and the fact that they didn't exist.
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