My little dating site
I joined February 4th, around 7 AM, and received a total of one vote, two winks, and six messages.
He quickly deduced that she was the appropriate height (finally! First I texted four friends who travel and eat out a lot and whose judgment I trust. Finally I made my selection: Il Corvo, an Italian place that sounded amazing. (It only served lunch.) At that point I had run out of time because I had a show to do, so I ended up making a peanut-butter-and-banana sandwich on the bus.
Whether it’s where I’m eating, where I’m traveling or, God forbid, something I’m buying, like a lot of people in my generation—those in their 20s and 30s—I feel compelled to do a ton of research to make sure I’m getting every option and then making the best choice.
If this mentality pervades our decisionmaking in so many realms, is it also affecting how we choose a romantic partner?
I'm doing a little dating experiment: I'm exploring these top 10 dating sites or so-called 'hookup sites' with real profiles (and, yes, my real and recent pictures), paid memberships, honest profile information, in-person dates -- the whole shebang. The ability to block my profile from from my ex (by their email address). You went to my rival school and on more than one occasion I've drunken shouted a parody version of your college theme song that tears apart your school mascot; no we can't be friends. Elimination of 'The first things people usually notice about me..." question. (And apparently some phenomenon has happened in which everyone and their mother 'doesn't really watch much TV...' these days.) 11. If I mark my location as New York, there ought to be a check box to filter out certain boroughs...
My success of each site is still TBD, but so far, and in true 27/F/Single, fashion, I've found 'I can't help but wonder,' why modern-day online dating sites still lack some very basic features. No, but thanks, I don't really want my ex of five years/lost love of my life finding me swimming around Plenty of Fish with a bold, scarlet lettering -- subtext of 'SINGLE' seemingly tattooed only three centimeters right of my head shot. I'm sure there's some hefty scientific research behind this, but numbers don't trump common sense and, honestly, neither as the writer or reader do I find this section to be anything more than a complete waste. A filter to block all half-naked selfie pictures of men. Maybe it's just a writer way-with-words mindset, but sense of humor is a girl's best friend and I'm sick of looking through days -- literally -- of profiles to try to find one with an ounce of wit or charm.