As you know, I no longer have a job, and this leaves me with a lot of time on my hands. I've been doing all sorts of world altering things like researching cancer and cleaning up beaches and reading Plato. But then, you know, there are times when I need to relax, and somehow I get sucked into cruising on-line dating sites.
I know what you're thinking. I'm desperate. I'm lonely. I'm trying to find a sugar daddy to pay all my upcoming bills. So not the case. I blame it all on Heidi, who forced me to create that Match.com profile which I promptly deleted the very next day. Searching dating profiles allows for the same sort of entertainment one might enjoy from reading the missed connection ads on Craigslist.
So let's just say I have been viewing profiles of various other on-line sites. And let's also say that it would be a complete waste of time for me to create a profile for a site that has this as one of their top candidates: Hey what's up! Haven't met anyone threw here yet but im not against it. Lets get to know eachother and see what comes of it! Message me if you want to learn more! Im outgoing, so feel free to hit up me.
Do you know this guy? If you are a single lady, he could soon be yours. |
I judge the man who takes a photo of himself wearing a muscle tee in his bathroom mirror using his phone. I mean, at least be at the beach or something and make it look like you're not trying to show off your biceps. I judge the man who has Mickey Mouse wallpaper in the background. So what if it's not your room, why the hell are you in there?
This is the sort of photo I'm talking about. My lovely facial expression combined with my humble physique is what is really going to attract men. Profile picture, baby! |
Nothing beats the quality of a blurred camera picture. As Tyra would say "look fierce." |
This is not how you attract a date. Unless of course, you are hoping that they also drive a box car. |
I really think this is a needed service. Some people actually want to date others who care enough to differentiate between there, their, and they're. Am I wrong? I don't think my detective skills are so advanced that only I can see through people's profiles like a freshly Windexed sheet of glass. Surely you can also clearly see that the man with five "casual" muscle poses is desperately hoping that you will focus more on his abs than on his lack of wit or abuse of the apostrophe.
What are your thoughts? Would you like to develop my website? Are you offended because I just described your on-line dating profile? Do you think I'm going to die a lonely old cat lady? Do you want to buy stock in my company?
I love all your posts, but this one is my most recent favorite. Your despise for poor punctuation is a quality I adore about you - and am also rather intimidated by. Kind of how I'm intimidated by your huge muscles. Way to show 'em how it's done, Joelle!
ReplyDeleteYour arms look amazing. I think first bathroom photo would definitely get some hits.
ReplyDelete*the first
ReplyDeleteI think you're sabotoging yourself with your own pickiness. It seems like whether conscious or not, you're afraid of something.
ReplyDeleteAlso, back when you described your preferences in a man I wanted to comment this: your physical likes and your emotional likes rarely if ever intersect in one human being... If you're emotionally attracted to someone they can transform to be better looking... you may even be able to see past a homophone error someday.
Dear Natalie,
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you can find my faults adorable.
Dear Kristi,
Thank you for the arm compliment. I can almost do a real push up.
Dear Therapist,
Your ability to transform what I thought was a funny post into a psychological conundrum is exquisite. For the record, I have actually met many men with my preferred physical and emotional likes intersected in his one being. The problem is, they just never like me back. I absolutely agree that when you are emotionally attracted to someone they seem to get better looking every day. Also, as an ex-teacher of ELL students, I can find homophone errors endearing, but those kids have an excuse. If you speak at least two different languages, then you’re off the hook because I’ll just be in awe of your linguistic abilities. In fact, I once met a lovely Italian man in the library who had poor English grammar. I liked him regardless, but he didn’t like me back. Obviously, Venice will have to wait.
I hope you are not billing me for your services, though I appreciate you taking the time to comment. Do you work for Dr. Phil?