gasp.
I know what you're thinking. Online dating is only for unattractive social rejects. This may be true, but it is also for working professionals and cute babes such as myself who are just not having any luck going all naturale.
Having said that, I'm still not totally sold on the idea of interweb relations...but I am willing to try anything once. Unless its weed. They say you typically don't get high the first time, so I'd have to go back for seconds on that one. And then directly to jail of course.
But let's stick to the topic. When it comes to cyber-dating, you're essentially presented with two options: pay for the service, or don't. I was never a fan of buying my friends, or paying for sex, so I naturally drifted to the freebie.
I created a profile. I wrote some witty things. I posted a few of what I consider to be flattering pictures of myself. Which gave me the opportunity to lie about my weight - to an audience of men who I KNOW are lying about their height. and income bracket. But who am I to judge?
Anyone who knows me knows that I am most certainly one to judge. Because I am a visual learner, I will begin by judging on the ability to post a decent and accurate profile picture. Followed closely by employment history, and then cross my fingers that they don't still live at home.
A girl can dream, can't she?
I know that after my encounter with C$, you are probably doubting my ability to think logically around men. Or even my IQ in general. I don't blame you. I'll earn your trust back eventually, right?
I'll give you some time to think it over.
So if that's not the recipe for a pretty entertaining blog topic, well then I don't know how to cook...which is actually an accurate statement. I've thrown up from eating my homemade dinners. Oh how I desperately wish that wasn't a true story. And now I'm slightly embarrassed that I even shared that with you.
Oh well. Here I am...single and ready to mingle through the firewalls and privacy settings of the World Wide Web.
Let the games begin.
