Thirty days.
I’ve been off the dating circuit for most of the fall season and have recently decided it is time to jump back in, head first. Since my day-to-day excursions don’t foster much opportunity to meet new people, utilizing online matchmaking sites has been a staple tool over the last year.
What I know for sure is, as a 30-year-old female who has her act together and knows what she wants, sorting through countless prospects who don’t fit the bill can be quite exhausting. Even more frustrating is how ridiculous some of these guys are, specifically, how they portray themselves. Sometimes I want to reach out and/or reply to simply save them from themselves with candid advice.
For example, whatever you do, do not include a flexing your muscle(s) photo. And even worse, please, please don’t take a self portrait in your bathroom mirror, highlighting your bicep. It makes me projectile vomit all over my computer screen which can be a really messy clean up. It is a double whammy when you showcase your pectoral muscles AND have a screen name that uses the words “Knight” or “McHotty” in it. Do also try to demonstrate that you’re not a creepy hermit crab — when every single photo of you is a head shot taken from your own camera phone, I’m concerned you have no friends.
Then there are the fellas who try and use fancy language and profound sentiments in hopes of impressing their readers. The question is to describe yourself and what you’re looking for, not compose a friggin poem. “Background (rather, what the better angels of my nature lead me daily to be, irrespective of my inevitable stumbles along the way….)” Huh?
An extraordinarily honest chap began his description with this line, “I’d like to consider myself to be a pretty ordinary guy.” Seriously? If you went into a job interview, would you tell the prospective employer that you’re plain, simple, ordinary? He might want to reconsider his use of descriptive words because the big O certainly isn’t impressive.
When writing the “About Me” section, some dudes should really be a little less transparent. One guy who was decent looking and checked out during my quick scan analysis (educated, not a baby’s daddy, isn’t shorter than me, etc.), sabotaged himself with this line, “Well honestly, sometimes I’m scared to death of growing up.” If there is one quality I have no more patience for it is men who don’t want to retire their Peter Pan costumes. Sorry bud.
Despite the douchebags that I have to filter through, I’m truly going to give this digital dating site a shot. Whereas I’d normally tap out very soon into the experience, for fear of surgically removing my eye balls from their sockets due to overwhelming irritation, this time I will fully maximize the database. Instead of putting these bachelors on the chopping block and indenting the “delete” button from overuse, I’m stretching myself in hopes of uncovering a good guy.
So as of this past weekend, I’ve initiated 30 Days of Dating: Secure as many meetings as possible between now and Christmas. For one, I think it’ll be fun. Also, it will force me to loosen up my criteria. Time & time again I hear that people end up marrying someone outside of their typical “type” and have encouraged me to expand my black and white parameters. Lastly, it ensures consistent and steady blogging content.
Let the games begin!
