SO, just to let the rest of the world in on a little secret, I caved. I let someone talk me into it. *sigh* I joined an online dating site.
Let me start out by saying, if you have life, don't do this. There isn't any time to put in a whole lot of thought and make the answers to the same questions asked any better than the last 5 times you answered them.
Trying to be witty over email is exhausting. Keeping up with your matches is exhausting and quite honestly, there were more than a few times that I just stopped answering emails for days, and when I finally did, my answers were cut and pasted from someone else I responded to.
I didn't know if prince charming could be found on the Internet, but I figured I'd give it a try since a few of my friends have found their "perfect person" that way.
The first few days on this site was dis-heartening. I'm sure these guys are really nice and super great, but I have to tell you one thing I figured out about myself very quickly. I'm shallow. Men's looks and cars they drive are important to me. These guys were over weight or under weight, bald or getting there, or just had REALLY bad hair, bad smiles or just crazy looking (conjure up the crazy dude in the Shining...okay, maybe not THAT bad, but its damn close!!)
Let me tell you, going online to look for a guy is NOT as exciting as looking for a pair of shoes or a cute swim suit or a sweater. I really had to remind myself more than a few times that this site is for matching off of personality traits and things you have in common. All the things that are supposed to be your foundation to building a "perfect" relationship. I found the guys that were pretty funny and witty in their profiles and had decent pictures and started "communicating" with them.
After 2 months, fed up and just disgusted after countless questions answered, emails written and 2 bad dates, I happily canceled my account and I was more than a little excited about doing so. The two free dinners I got out of this were not worth showing up for these dates and within 5 minutes wanting nothing more than to bang my head on the table over and over again, while prayers for death raced through my mind, softly muttering "beetle juice, beetle juice, beetle juice" believing that somehow I could be saved from enduring the dragging minutes until I could leave the torture.
I am now a firm believer that if Henry VIII had figured out this form of torture he would have never beheaded Ann Boleyn. He would have set her up on this dating website and watched her suffer slowly.
By the way, Beetle Juice never did come to rescue me, however, glass upon glass of wine made the time pass a little easier.
That fact alone made me come to the conclusion that if I don't stop drinking my favorite delicious wines on these horrible dates, I will begin to associate wonderful glasses of Pinot Noir with socially inadequate men. Like a dog starts to associate bad behavior with being smacked and getting thrown into its kennel.
Sarah came over for a glass of wine and to help with outfit selections (lord knows I can't make a decision for situations like this to save my life). She walked out with me when he got there to pick me up. He got out of the car and I wanted to stop dead in my tracks and turn around and run to Sarah's car, jump in and never look back. He looked like his pictures alright...15 years ago. F.M.L.
Let me start out by saying, if you have life, don't do this. There isn't any time to put in a whole lot of thought and make the answers to the same questions asked any better than the last 5 times you answered them.
Trying to be witty over email is exhausting. Keeping up with your matches is exhausting and quite honestly, there were more than a few times that I just stopped answering emails for days, and when I finally did, my answers were cut and pasted from someone else I responded to.
I didn't know if prince charming could be found on the Internet, but I figured I'd give it a try since a few of my friends have found their "perfect person" that way.
The first few days on this site was dis-heartening. I'm sure these guys are really nice and super great, but I have to tell you one thing I figured out about myself very quickly. I'm shallow. Men's looks and cars they drive are important to me. These guys were over weight or under weight, bald or getting there, or just had REALLY bad hair, bad smiles or just crazy looking (conjure up the crazy dude in the Shining...okay, maybe not THAT bad, but its damn close!!)
Let me tell you, going online to look for a guy is NOT as exciting as looking for a pair of shoes or a cute swim suit or a sweater. I really had to remind myself more than a few times that this site is for matching off of personality traits and things you have in common. All the things that are supposed to be your foundation to building a "perfect" relationship. I found the guys that were pretty funny and witty in their profiles and had decent pictures and started "communicating" with them.
After 2 months, fed up and just disgusted after countless questions answered, emails written and 2 bad dates, I happily canceled my account and I was more than a little excited about doing so. The two free dinners I got out of this were not worth showing up for these dates and within 5 minutes wanting nothing more than to bang my head on the table over and over again, while prayers for death raced through my mind, softly muttering "beetle juice, beetle juice, beetle juice" believing that somehow I could be saved from enduring the dragging minutes until I could leave the torture.
I am now a firm believer that if Henry VIII had figured out this form of torture he would have never beheaded Ann Boleyn. He would have set her up on this dating website and watched her suffer slowly.
By the way, Beetle Juice never did come to rescue me, however, glass upon glass of wine made the time pass a little easier.
That fact alone made me come to the conclusion that if I don't stop drinking my favorite delicious wines on these horrible dates, I will begin to associate wonderful glasses of Pinot Noir with socially inadequate men. Like a dog starts to associate bad behavior with being smacked and getting thrown into its kennel.
With that statement, let me tell you about horrible date one and bad date two. Yes, I am saying that like Dr. Seuss talks about Thing 1 and Thing 2, and actually that might be a good way to refer to them so I can "protect the innocent".
Thing 1. Thing 1 started off with great emails. The electronic word banter back and forth was charming, witty, funny and they made me smile. I actually looked forward to opening up my gmail every day and reading his emails. His pictures were cute. Brownish/blond hair, nice eyes, funny. He had a lot in common with me. I showed my friends his pictures, they were equally as stoked. Emails lead to phone calls, naturally. I logged 3 1/2 hours of phone time on the first call and 2 hours the second call. Of course I said yes to dinner.
Sarah came over for a glass of wine and to help with outfit selections (lord knows I can't make a decision for situations like this to save my life). She walked out with me when he got there to pick me up. He got out of the car and I wanted to stop dead in my tracks and turn around and run to Sarah's car, jump in and never look back. He looked like his pictures alright...15 years ago. F.M.L. Okay, so I was going to suck it up and make the best of this situation. Hey, I've dated a not so attractive guy because I was enthralled with his personality and his laugh, charm, wittiness and intelligence. At my suggestion we were going to Max's. Yes, Max's. Where Mayo and I have spent countless hours happily getting trashed at the back bar, where Sarah and I had our first happy hour together that bonded us for life, the same night that I met Cornell, the same place where Alex took me on our first date. The place of happy, happy memories. The place were The Beautiful Bartender works, and even though he is married, he still makes me drool. This place is like my own little Disney Land, my very own Happiest Place on Earth. Where hopes and dreams come true and makes you believe in "when you wish upon a star..."
This date made my Happiest Place on Earth feel like The Sea Witches den.
UGH.
There was none of that great banter in person like on the phone. Maybe my entire demeanor which I was trying really hard to hold in check was not what I was trying to make it out to be. Maybe I couldn't hide the fact that I didn't want to be there. I mean yes, I was being a little brat, hoping that after an hour or so with me he would never want to talk to me again but he was actually being kind of a downer and more than a little bit of an ass. Especially when I asked him face to face what firm he was a Securities Trader for. I had asked via email, I asked on the phone and both times the question was avoided or he somehow made me think that he forgot to answer the question.
He couldn't hide or avoid now. The guy was a self employed Securities Trader and the market was not being good to him. I think I choked on my wine at that point. I do know it was that point I really started to wish for Beetle Juice. A good Securities Trader would be doing okay right now - IF he was good at what he did!!! When dinner as over and the check came he gave the waitress his credit card and said "if that one doesn't work, I've got a few others to try". I was HORRIFIED. MORTIFIED. I almost took his card and gave it back to him and paid for dinner myself, but I thought, HELL NO! I endured this, he can pay for dinner, especially for the false advertising and posting pictures that were from 15 years ago. I shoulda ordered Lobster and a $70 bottle of wine as punishment for that alone.
When he drove me home, I leaned over and gave him one of those quick hugs as a thank you while trying not to make it obvious that I was trying to claw my seat belt off. I think I had the door open and was trying to jump out of the car before the seat belt fully retracted. He told me he was wanted to walk me to my door. I quickly said "No, its cold outside but thank you" as I leapt out of the car and SPRINTED as fast as my boots could carry me back to the safe haven of my apartment.
A week later I went out with Thing 2. Fun phone calls, very charming, I was actually really excited about this one.
I was smart this time and met him at the restaurant. When I walked up, his head went down. He didn't look at me for 90% of the hour and a half we spent at dinner. At least his photos were accurate. He wasn't bad looking, but where was the fun, confident person that called me every night for the last week that talked to me about EVERYTHING? Religion, ex's, kids, porn, biographies, Jersey Shore, the soccer team he coached and cooking?
He spent most of his time looking out the window or his beer, pushing his beer around his side of the table and then to my horror said, well I feel like I know you well enough to share my most embarrassing story".
I started to pray that a 7 point earthquake would happen. NOPE.
Let me share this story with you. A co-worker came to work with strep before he was supposed to take off for Amsterdam for a work trip. He did go to the doctor, but it was too early to test for strep, so off he went to Amsterdam where he started getting sick for a few days and by the time he got back to the US he was peeing blood.
THIS MUST be the way the normal women in Twin Peaks must have felt.
(OH MY GOD, SERIOUSLY, HE WAS TELLING THIS STORY WHILE I WAS TRYING TO FINISH MY RISOTTO. FML!!!!)
To finish the story with a coup de gras he ends up telling me that the doctors prescribed him antibiotics for Chlamydia.
(I really just wanted to bang my head on the table...)
I'm very very sure that Thing 1 and Thing 2 will have a lot of things to say about me that they didn't like. I fully expect that. I'm not perfect, obviously from how many PAST relationships I've had that I'm not perfect.
Online dating may work for some people and I've witnessed those relationships with my very own eyes.
Those people say it takes time and you have to go on a lot of dates to find that person.
UGH.
There was none of that great banter in person like on the phone. Maybe my entire demeanor which I was trying really hard to hold in check was not what I was trying to make it out to be. Maybe I couldn't hide the fact that I didn't want to be there. I mean yes, I was being a little brat, hoping that after an hour or so with me he would never want to talk to me again but he was actually being kind of a downer and more than a little bit of an ass. Especially when I asked him face to face what firm he was a Securities Trader for. I had asked via email, I asked on the phone and both times the question was avoided or he somehow made me think that he forgot to answer the question.
He couldn't hide or avoid now. The guy was a self employed Securities Trader and the market was not being good to him. I think I choked on my wine at that point. I do know it was that point I really started to wish for Beetle Juice. A good Securities Trader would be doing okay right now - IF he was good at what he did!!! When dinner as over and the check came he gave the waitress his credit card and said "if that one doesn't work, I've got a few others to try". I was HORRIFIED. MORTIFIED. I almost took his card and gave it back to him and paid for dinner myself, but I thought, HELL NO! I endured this, he can pay for dinner, especially for the false advertising and posting pictures that were from 15 years ago. I shoulda ordered Lobster and a $70 bottle of wine as punishment for that alone.
When he drove me home, I leaned over and gave him one of those quick hugs as a thank you while trying not to make it obvious that I was trying to claw my seat belt off. I think I had the door open and was trying to jump out of the car before the seat belt fully retracted. He told me he was wanted to walk me to my door. I quickly said "No, its cold outside but thank you" as I leapt out of the car and SPRINTED as fast as my boots could carry me back to the safe haven of my apartment.
A week later I went out with Thing 2. Fun phone calls, very charming, I was actually really excited about this one.
I was smart this time and met him at the restaurant. When I walked up, his head went down. He didn't look at me for 90% of the hour and a half we spent at dinner. At least his photos were accurate. He wasn't bad looking, but where was the fun, confident person that called me every night for the last week that talked to me about EVERYTHING? Religion, ex's, kids, porn, biographies, Jersey Shore, the soccer team he coached and cooking?
He spent most of his time looking out the window or his beer, pushing his beer around his side of the table and then to my horror said, well I feel like I know you well enough to share my most embarrassing story".
I started to pray that a 7 point earthquake would happen. NOPE.
Let me share this story with you. A co-worker came to work with strep before he was supposed to take off for Amsterdam for a work trip. He did go to the doctor, but it was too early to test for strep, so off he went to Amsterdam where he started getting sick for a few days and by the time he got back to the US he was peeing blood.
THIS MUST be the way the normal women in Twin Peaks must have felt.
(OH MY GOD, SERIOUSLY, HE WAS TELLING THIS STORY WHILE I WAS TRYING TO FINISH MY RISOTTO. FML!!!!)
To finish the story with a coup de gras he ends up telling me that the doctors prescribed him antibiotics for Chlamydia.
(I really just wanted to bang my head on the table...)
I'm very very sure that Thing 1 and Thing 2 will have a lot of things to say about me that they didn't like. I fully expect that. I'm not perfect, obviously from how many PAST relationships I've had that I'm not perfect.
Online dating may work for some people and I've witnessed those relationships with my very own eyes.
Those people say it takes time and you have to go on a lot of dates to find that person.
Thanks, but no thanks.
I mean really, I think the Universe has a great sense of humor, but I don't really find this very funny...
I'll go back to trying to find one in a bar.
xoxo,
Me.
I mean really, I think the Universe has a great sense of humor, but I don't really find this very funny...
I'll go back to trying to find one in a bar.
xoxo,
Me.
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