The love of your life needs to know these things ahead of time.
As bizarre as this was, though, it didn’t bother me as much as it probably should have.
But what happens when exclamation points become a source of contention, jealousy, and betrayal?
I’m sure the true answer lies somewhere in between.
If you wanted a photo of me that was going to attract hot gay dudes to your online dating profile, you should have just contacted me directly for suggestions. And then I would have told you that no such photo exists, because — believe me — I’ve tried all of them myself.
Alternate titles for this post: “This is Why I’m Single,” “How to Channel Your Inner Grandmother While Trying to Not Scare Off a Potential Suitor on a First Date and Totally Failing,” or “I Dropped a French Fry on a Date — and I Survived.”
There’s no easy way to say this, so here it goes: My friend and I have a ghost OkCupid account. I know, it’s weird and we need therapy.
Sick people are everywhere — and frankly, I trust no one.
I’m trying to do this thing where I love myself more, and unavailable men are like self-esteem vacuums.
I’m not saying that OkCupid has led me to spend enough time staring into my computer screen to develop severe eyestrain and a chronic twitch… but that’s kind of exactly what I’m saying.