i have a brand new toy
its not flashy
or even really that fun to play with
but it IS time consuming
and strangely addictive.
so if i haven’t been blogging, its because all my free time is going to something else.
but dont be jealous of my new obsession with match.com, because lets face it, anyone who uses match.com is kinda sad.
which is how i should feel.
but i don’t.
you know why?
because match.com is effin hilarious.
my first ‘match’ was a russian mail order bride.
it was awesome.
she was tall, blond, gorgeous, and way out of my league.
so i winked.
and she winked back.
so i wrote her a quick anonymous email.
and she wrote me one back…
she told me all about herself, where she was from, what she liked to do, who she wanted to be with (typical match.com fare). she said she felt a connection with me, and directed me to contact her using her ‘real’ email.
uh huh… im not falling for that one.
the ‘real’ email wasn’t the tip off – the tipoff was the whole ‘im a poor HOT blond girl who lives in a kibbutz in the motherland and all i want is a man to keep me warm at night’ schtick.
im not even sure if there ARE kibbutz’s in mother russia.
those russian-mafia-mail-order-bride-green-card-needing scams are TRICKY sometimes. ha! but even tho i knew it was a trick, even tho it was SO obvious that this was an attempt to defraud me (probably a couple emails down the line), a small aspect of my psyche pulled on my groin and actually made me feel (hope? remorse? wishful thinking?) for poor poor super model natasha.
afterall, i COULD be wrong about her... couldnt i? hah!
despite my nagging doubts, i didnt write back.
but i did think about playing along with the ‘game’.
i think i could have convinced them to send me noodie pics of her.
probably, but then again probably not.
in the end it probably woulda cost me my mastercard or something.
which is why i just dropped it and LAUUUGHHED my ass off.
what a way to start my online internet dating experience.
match.com can warp your mind.
when i think of girls – when i see girls on the street – i don’t think of them as women.
don’t get me wrong, i don’t objectify them as just tits and ass, i just objectify them as ‘slender’ or ‘firm and toned’ or ‘a couple extra pounds’ etc.
these are the categories that match.com uses to 'describe' your body type.
and there are a lot of girls on match.com who think they’re in one category when they’re really in another.
i want to write them and say YOU ARE A LIAR!
but that would be mean.
so instead i LAAAAUUUUGGHHHH my ass off some more
i would love to say that im incredibly successful at this online dating gig.
but im not.
ive winked at a couple of girls – and when that didn’t work, i started writing detailed emails.
i didnt even use form emails (hi ______, my name is ______. i think we have alot in common. you like ____. i like it too) ha!.
and i still don’t get responses.
it’s a pretty big blow to your ego, when you realize that on paper (on the net), you SUCK as a potential boyfriend.
of course, im also batting WAY out of my league.
why flirt with ugly girls, when its all virtual reality?
i think every relationship should be based on three things - trust, friendship, and truth.
which is why its effin hilarious that EVERY single girl in boston (at least on match.com) absolutely loves the REDSOX, and DOESN’T fucking smoke.
every SINGLE one of them.
yeah fucking right.
because if you believe that, i know a really lonely blond girl in russia who would love an email from you. ha!