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Summer bachelors, like summer breezes, are never as cool as they pretend to be.

-Nora Ephron

 

I’ve recently signed up for an online dating site. Wow. These boys are not a very creative lot. Complimentary, but not creative.

 

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A friend once told me that my profile needs to be a sales pitch. I’m selling myself. We do that every day, whether consciously or not. What we wear, how we smell, and how nice we are to other people.

But to put myself in writing, to describe myself in such a way that a total stranger will find me interesting enough to want to meet me, that’s a toughie. I’ve worked on my profile for quite some time. Writing, editing, paraphrasing, rewording, polishing, and finally publishing. I let two good guy friends read it. One that knows me too well and one that wants to know me better. Both gave it a good thumbs up. I let #2 pick the final pictures I posted with my profile. #1 took a couple of them, so his opinion is subjective. Not that either really can be objective. I don’t think I ever take good photos. I always look like Rudolph with my red nose. But all of the photos I posted, I will concede, do not suck.

 

In general, I object to online dating. I would much prefer to meet my prospective fella in the wild, the old fashioned way. At the grocery store, at the dog park, or in a traffic accident. That just isn’t the way we do it anymore. They won’t speak to a girl in public any more than I’ll ram my car into you because you are cute.

 

So… My friends, I’m giving you a choice.  I think you have gotten a sense of my irreverence in reading my blog.  If you have any questions on my thoughts, please see this earlier post on dating.

Check back next Wednesday, for your assignment.

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