Flakeys and Fuglys: What Online Dating is All About
There was a bullshit article in my hometown rag, "The New York Times," in which some 30-something wrote what could only be the most bombastic piece of bullshit about her experiences about online dating. I won't go into the details here, but in three short years she dated 80 different men, went on lots of madcap adventures, and lived to recount them here.
She went to the same university as me (albeit, 30 years later), but I know this place has a reputation for generating people who know how to sling copious amounts of bullshit (including myself and many of my friends), so it didn't surprise me one bit.
I've been giving OkCupid another shot, now that I'm past the kidney stones, although who knows what things will be like in the fall when I start radiation treatment for my cancer. But I don't care: hunt for a woman I must.
I must say, the field is pretty much split 90/10, with 90% of the women falling well into the "fugly" category (that's "####### ugly," if you're not into the portmanteaus of dating lingo.) The other 10% are presentable, but they're all flakes: they have nothing or too much to say.