At the recommendation of my older, wiser sister, I decided to sign up for Match.com.
I did the free trial earlier this year around Valentine's day and it thoroughly creeped me out. I was on the website for no more than 12 hours and I had been overwhelmed with "winks" and emails... don't get me wrong it was very flattering, but I wasn't prepared for it. I wanted to just see what the site was all about without getting too invested and instead it felt like I had walked into a men's only sports bar wearing a swimsuit. Too much attention - too much attention. So I deactivated right away and my sister and I agreed that I'd try again at the end of summer if I hadn't met anyone.
Well, the end of summer is here and I haven't met anyone - so here we go with round two. I've been "online dating" (oh my God oh my God oh my God) for about four days now and I'm starting to get the hang of it. A wink is like a poke on Facebook - it shows people you're interested. However, you can also push a button on someone's profile that says, "I'm interested". So the winking seems superfluously sleazy. I've winked at two people (technically I've winked back at two people) and have been emailing with one really nice guy. The few people I've told that I'm on Match have all regaled me with how they have friends who met their spouses on this site... so that's good I guess. I'd hate to see what comes next after failing at online dating. Oh God I think it's like... speed dating. Please let this work, please let this work!
I'm probably going to blog about this each time something interesting or noteworthy happens but I won't use names out of respect for the virtual-gents.
So buckle up, folks. I foresee a lot of cringe-worthy moments thanks to this little website, and I can't wait to fill you all in on each and every humiliating detail.
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