After the latest DWO (didn't work out), I wasted no time in putting myself back on the site that spawned most of the past year's tales - Match.com. As many of you know, I am no stranger to internet dating - I might even be called a wily veteran at this junction in life. The Jamie Moyer/Derrick Mason/Steve Martin of internet dating. I view it as a necessary evil - especially being a bustling citydweller like myself* - in today's harsh romantic landscape.
I will reserve my drawn out love/hate feelings towards Match.com for another day, but after a week of sifting through the NY/NJ singles mess I found a girl we'll call Peaches. She is unlike anything I have ever attempted to date because she is white. When her picture first came up, I tried adjusting the contrast on my screen to make her appear darker. I kid... but she really is white, and a redhead to boot. Whenever I meet a girl I always quickly imagine what our offspring would look like. I fathom this pairing would kind of be like the bastard love-child of Elmo and Burt from Burt and Ernie.
Despite our unfortunate offspring potential, she is pretty cute and she has a really awesome profile. Just saying those words makes me slightly nauseous. "She has a really awesome profile..." Bear with me, this is dating in the 00's in the city* Let me show a few excerpts that caught my fancy...
- I especially love people that border on ridiculous
- I like to talk about politics, social responsibility, karma, why i am here, the past, the future..
- As much as I like to have fun and act giddy from time to time, life and all of it's mysteries are not far from my thoughts..
- hobbies include volunteering, flea markets, and like everyone else "exploring the city"
She sounds like the perfect liberal mess that will undoubtedly love me and dump me in a month. I can only hope she is a vegan of some sorts too.
I am in the midst of setting up a date with her right now. I am thinking the usual. Two bargain basement 10 dollar drinks by a man dressed in all black beside one candle that gives off just enough light to let me know I am talking to a female. She'll order a glass of wine and I'll order something I'll later regret. (I have no knowledge of hard alcohol that hasn't been mentioned in an R&B song.) This reminds me of the time I was handed a glass of wine to drink with three, yes THREE glasses. Apparently you were supposed to mix one of them or something. All I know is one of them was a goblet and I mentioned that I felt like Harry Potter in a Snoop Dog video to my date. She didn't laugh.
*I really don't live in NY (my family did), but I do spend lots of time there volunteering and pretending to be an urbanite. I tell girls I either live in NY or Philly because I have convinced myself that I will be moving to one of these cities very shortly. Cmon, do YOU want to meet someone from the Jersey shore?