I may have completely lost my mind. I joined match.com last night. I've been putting this off for awhile now. At first, the plan was to join when I turned 25...then I turned 25, and put it off some more. OCD prompted me to push the new deadline to when I turned 30. So, why did I go completely rogue, turn my back on logic, and join at an age that is not a multiple of 5 (that may or may not keep me up at night)? I have no idea. I guess with everything else in my life in disarray, I figured, what the hell.
And to top it all off, I didn't just join. I perused some profiles and liked someone's picture. I even included a comment. I'm sure it was the weirdest, lamest comment in the history of the site, but whatever. And sure, maybe I felt a little like I was going to throw up and am still questioning whether or not I have been possessed by some dating demon...but there's not much I can do about all that now.
This has absolutely nothing to do with anything, but you get to choose a "headline" for your profile on the site. Lots of people have funny quotes and stuff (mine is an adaptation of a Dr. Seuss quote about finding someone whose weirdness is compatible with your own and falling into a mutual weirdness called love). This one guy's headline said something like, "Prepared to lie about how we met." I thought that was hilarious!
For those of you who are interested, here's a brief look into some of my thoughts on dating that have brought us to this point:
- Relationships My very first blog post is about my permanent residence in the Friend Zone.
- And in this Corner, Creepy McCreeperson A post about one of the few people to show any interest in me.
- Seriously, Facebook? Yikes! Facebook tries to do me a solid with match-making.
- Where do you think we are? Myspace? Another gentleman caller emerges from the woodwork.