I settled on OkCupid. Most of the aforementioned friends insinuated it was the
most tolerable of the bunch.
We’ll skip the part about choosing a username. Just know that it took about as long as
the rest of the story.
I’m pretty good about coming up with witty short
phrases about myself. I had to
turn off the inherent Jewish self-deprecation a tad, but I feel like I did a
pretty good job.
Answer and skip a few of the ridiculous personality
questions they ask. Laugh out loud
at a few. Very impressed by the
math questions. I’m no Einstein,
but I’m not looking to date a Jessica Simpson either.
~
Sidebar: I have intelligence ranked very highly
on the sexiness scale. I’ve found
smart women to be better lovers.
~
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| You know you're not the only one... |
Wow, holy shit! This thing tells me that girls are looking at my profile!
Oh crap, I better make sure I haven’t said
anything too horrific or repulsing.
(several scrubs and re-writes later)
Ok.
I think I seem a little less sociopathic than I did before…
Wow, holy shit! This thing tells girls that I’m looking at their
profile! What if they think I’m
some kind of creeper?
| If that's me, just shoot me in the face. |
Technically, it’s probably the same percentage of women who would think the same thing in real life. If I would flirt with a stranger and not care if she thinks I’m a creeper, I can do it online too! Right?
Shit, I better make sure this about me stuff
doesn’t make me look like a creeper/jerk/[insert unpleasantry here].
(several scrubs and re-writes later)
Ok, a proper blend of nice guy, nerd, and
jerk. All three are pretty
prominent in my personality.
So I spent the next couple hours eating dinner,
watching the 76ers lose, humanizing, etc.
Secretly, I’m building up the courage to talk to a stranger online.
Fail.
Maybe tomorrow?
~
Over/under on how many times I change my profile
until I actually message someone = +8
Odds I actually message a girl = 6:1

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