Fired up the Ye Olde Online Dating Profile. AND I paid for a subscription. It's been....roughly 30 minutes, and so far, I regret it. I don't see anyone but dude-bros and bro-dawgs. Well, to be fair, there was maybe three total tools. And perhaps two I clicked "yes" for "I'm interested" because the site was no longer giving me other options after having selected "no" or "maybe" for so many they selected for me.
Curiously, and I did not pick up on this earlier, but it does confirm my suspicions, but in the photos of my "potential matches" where they are in a group setting, any females who are also in the pics do not look like me. I have edge. They all have the same long-styled haircut and little dresses and high heels. "Club" setting. I, for one, have no problem NEVER setting a foot on Washington Avenue, unless maybe its Rue on a Tuesday and there are sweet bands for no cover.
I feel like if I want to complain about how lonely or miserable I am, I should at least put forth an honest effort to change my situation. I also read an article on Yahoo about dating tips for women in the the tens and how technology has changed the game. At the root of the article, though, the main idea was to not give up. So I guess, this is me no giving up.
I wish Matthew wanted something serious and not just get shithammered with his friends every night, because he's the one I (foolishly) want.
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