this online dating thing is for the birds
It has been two weeks since I rejoined Match.com. Two weeks and I am ready to throw up the white flag and surrender. Surrender to the fact that I am not going to meet someone on this site. I’ve also joined OKCupid. Been on that site for one week. Again, I’m close to taking my profile down. <SIGH>
The last time I did this was three years ago. I went on three dates with three different guys. Guy #1 was one date. Guy #2 I dated for 3 months. Guy #3 was the douche bag.
Perhaps I am not as cute as I though I was. Maybe cute isn’t cutting it and men want beautiful. I keep myself in pretty good shape. I don’t have a model physique, but I’ve got a curvy in the right places, athletic body, if that makes any sense. I like football, beer and wings. I love to eat. I love to travel. And stay active. WHAT DO YOU GUYS WANT????
A friend was debating joining Match as well, and naturally, I said “Do it! It’ll be fun comparing dating nightmare stories!” And that is supposed to be the hard sell? It’s no wonder I am not in sales.
So, one day after she joins we start sharing who’s winked or sent us messages. I find it amusing that men will browse the profiles of women who live more than 100 miles from them. I suppose it’s because I live in NYC and you figure that even if someone lives out in Central Jersey or Long Island or Weschester County, it is still within 25-50 miles of the city. My friend got a wink from some guy in California. I’ve gotten them from Alabama, Arizona, Pennsylvania, Virginia, Illinois and Montreal, Canada. Seriously dudes? I’m not going to travel hundreds of miles for a first date and I am not looking for a pen pal or phone relationship. Ugh.
I also seem to attract all the freaks looking for a quick hookup. Umm, sorry buddy, not from me. How do I know this is what they are looking for? It’s the “hey sexy” in the subject line. It’s the “wanna b my friend”, no punctuation, no fully spelled out sentences. Sometimes I open up a profile that looks to be normal on the surface. Then you check out the pictures. And there’s that self portrait cell phone pic of him in his underwear. Gross! Delete! NEXT!
It’s becoming a disappointment and slight bruise to my ego that the guys whose profiles I liked, and winked at or emailed, have not responded. I going to try my hardest to stick it out the full three months. Hopefully though, I will meet someone before that time is up and if I waste the remainder of it, it will be for a good reason. I hope more so, that this last scenario is the case for my friend whom I goaded into this Internet dating mud pit. It’s one thing for me to jump in, but another for me to encourage others to jump when I know what they are jumping into.