Monday, November 11, 2013

The Strange World of Match.com

Match.com is HILARIOUS!! The first few days went as expected. I got a couple views, maybe one email, and nobody winked. I don’t take online dating seriously (heck, I don’t even take real dating seriously), so the lack of interest didn’t upset me. I had written a very honest profile and put up realistic looking pictures of myself. But I knew I was up against the photo-shopped bathroom-bikini girls whose profiles read ‘looking for a good time’. Who can compete with that?

But then day three happened. All of a sudden my email blew up, winks were coming at me left and right and comedy ensued. Here are some fun tidbits from my weekend on Match:

- A guy emailed me this: “I noticed we have a lot of interests in common and would like to take this a step forward. Where would you like to go out?” My first thought was, what a presumptuous little man. Sharing interests does not automatically put you in the dating category. If Charles Manson liked dogs, wine-tasting, sci-fi movies, museums, film festivals and video games that wouldn’t mean I’d like to have dinner with the guy. (Actually, I would like to have dinner with Manson just so I could say, “Guess who the hell I just had dinner with?!”) But that wasn’t even the weird thing about his email. The weird thing was that we did not have one single interest in common. NOT ONE. Holy cut and paste email, greatcatch32. And no thank you.

- Everyone in my area has the word ‘Texas’ in their name. Texashotman, texlover1976, texasaggiesrule, texanhunk415, and on and on and on. Not only is it uncreative and annoying, it is infuriating. I know where you live! I live here too! And it isn’t that great. Certainly not great enough to make it part of your user name. No no and no. When I see ‘tex’anything, I automatically delete and move on.

- I decided to throw in a picture of me with my Hello Kitty coffee cup. It is not a pretty picture. I hadn’t actually had any coffee yet so my eyes are puffy and tired. In it I am wearing thick black-rimmed glasses and the camera is close enough to my face to show all my wonderful flaws. I figured this will keep the superficial creepers away from me. But no. Instead I got, “you look hot in glasses”, “hello kitty is sexy”, and “you look like a dirty librarian.” Really? My one blah picture and that’s which one the wierdos like? Jesus. And do these lines ever work for you ladies? I knew he was the one when he told me I looked like a dirty librarian.

- One emailed simply read: “You are cute!” Okay, are we twelve? How does one even respond to that? “I know.” Or “Yes but I read your profile and your grammar is atrocious which makes you the opposite of cute. You are the anti-cute.”

- Profiles… don’t even get me started on profiles. Does no one know how to capitalize “I”? No one? Is the shift key that evasive, that hard to reach? Look, if you want to date a girl that graduated from the 8th grade, spend some time on your profile. And for god’s sake use spellcheck. Please.

- Football. Every man in Texas on Match has a maximum of three sentences about what he is looking for in a girl and five paragraphs on football. AM I THE ONLY HUMAN IN TEXAS THAT COULDN’T CARE LESS ABOUT FOOTBALL?! “Aggies fan need not respond.” Not a problem. “If you hate the Longhorns then move on.” I don’t even know what that is. “Blah blah blah destroy Oklahoma.” Are we at war with Oklahoma? Holy crap. Imagine if these men spent half the time they spend on football reading a book. Imagine.

- In my profile I said that everything in life relates to The Big Lebowski, The Walking Dead or Pulp Fiction. One of the emails I received references this little fact-o-mine. He starts with questions about the movie Pulp Fiction to see if I am a real fan. Boom! I answer all his silly inquiries. Except the last one because by email number three I had got bored with being grilled about the same damn movie. I decided he was off in the head and chose to simply ignore him. Then this morning I woke up to this gem of an email: “Miss me yet?” No. And obviously you are a baby murderer.

In other news, the ex came by to get the dog. It went peaceful enough. We were civil at least. I guess we will have this exchange every Sunday. Yay. I also have lots of fun-filled stories about this weekend and my adventures as the new fulltime designated driver. I shall save all that for tomorrow. Am I purposefully leaving you hanging, you ask? No, I am just lazy and I need to pee.

Hasta La Pasta Amigos.

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