Dec/073
OkCupid
In my never ending search for love, I sometimes get tired of making eyes at dudes that turn out to be gay (a consequence of hanging out at gay bars almost exclusively) or of posting on Craigslist and having the same 10 guys write to me over and over again. Eharmony was not for me, even while taking the test "ironically" I got bored of it and besides, I wouldn't really want to be matched up with anyone who would willingly take the eharmony test. Match.com? Let's not even go there. Not my style, not my jam. Dr. Phil is their spokesperson, for crying out loud. He doesn't know me and he doesn't know my soulmate.
So where is a black hooded sweatshirt, thick framed glasses, macbook sporting girl to look? I knew of some nerdy folk who had found their Ms. RightNow on OkCupid, a site I used to know as sparknotes, who saved my ass in college, especially when I decided it would be a smart idea to take a class called Tolstoy & Dostoevsky in the sun-less Ohio winter along an Intro to Neuroscience class (I was a particularly masochistic girl that year). Anyway, OkCupid is a dating site run by math geeks who pair you up with people based on your answers to a bunch of questions that are supposed to reveal fundamental things about your character like if you believe gay marriage is wrong (of course) and if you would ever eat a baby (medium rare, with fries please). Instead, it is basically something to do while I watch reality tv and ponder why my life has gone so horrifically wrong.
My favorite part of the site is the Quick Match, where it shows you random pictures of guys and you make a snap judgement on whether or not you are interested. If the other person also says they are interested in you when they see you in quickmatch, you get an e-mail saying you are both matched. As usual, everyone who is interested in me lives far away. So, I usually respond with : "Hey, we are soulmates. Too bad you live hella far away. Why don't you move here? (Whatever horifically depressing shithole you live in) sucks. " and then they respond with: "Yeah, you are cute, what a bummer. Also: I didn't mention this but I totally have a girlfriend. Want to be IM friends!?".
I close the window, fire up another episode of Real Housewives of Orange County and contemplate joining a nunnery. Back to Craigslist.