okay, so i spilled the beans last friday night on the topic of my essay. how ridiculous is that?! but you all may have noticed at one time or another that i can't seem to shut up after a couple beers. hey- nobody's perfect. especially subsequent to a night of drinking.
speaking of imperfect things, it's so cliche now to say you can't meet anyone worth dating at a bar. i think it's possibe- it's also conceivable to meet someone at the grocery store when your carts bump into one another or at some mixer that the swanky firm you work for is putting together. but my life hasn't been so much of a sex and the city episode lately. so due to a boring day at the office, as a half joke/half serious (and entirely calculated) whim, i joined an online dating service which will go unnamed. oh yeah- i blabbed that too! okay, match.com (check me out.)
see originally, i entered a search for guys in my area of the beautiful inland empire. you know, it's pretty amazing that there are 50+ men in a five mile radius of me matching my exact prerequisites. i even entered some silly shit just to see! with internet dating it's not hard to grasp why most people are members. you can brag about yourself without sounding like a pompous ass, make stuff up and no one would ever know! you could say you love cats when you really think they should be barbequed, or post a picture of yourself from six years ago when you didn't have a double chin yet, or you could say your favorite pastime is snowboarding when you're actually a paraplegic. maybe you're better off meeting strangers at the bar- at least what you see is what you get!
anyhow, after goofing off with hours of random searches i decided to post my own profile to find out what kind of men are out there seeking women like me. and that's when i got suckered! because people start to email you and the only way to check it is to become a "subscriber". ha! well i figured, "i may be moving pretty soon anyway- might as well go out with a bang!" whoa- that sounded dirty, but you know what i mean.
so what am i looking for? on the spectrum of "man intentions" i fall somewhere in the middle of "chivalry isn't dead" (a common catch phrase among the romantics) and "i'll hump anything that breathes" (a common impression i get from the creepy ones). that's approximate, by the way.
it's only been six days since joining, and so far so good. honestly i think if i just got out more i wouldn't have started this venture. but it is pretty fascinating and with any luck, i might end up with a reason to stay.
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not related to my judging of the essay, but my dad met his wife on match.com
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