I’m back in town and just checked in on the fiasco that is Match.com. With less than a week to go until the month-long experiment ends, here’s where we stand:
Guys who’ve read my profile: 1564
Emails received: 110
Winks received: 88
Guys I’ve agreed to meet in person: 1
Guys I’ve actually met in person: 0
If the scheduled drink/coffee comes through, I will have tied my record from last go-around. It’s safe to say we are well on our way to declaring – with absolute conviction – that online dating is just not my thing.
Speaking of dating…
It’s been about 25 years since I stopped thinking boys were icky, and I’ve had my fair share of interaction with the opposite sex. Little catches me off-guard anymore.
But once in a while – when I least expect it – I find myself struggling to make sense of the male mind, and it can be infuriating.
Time to send away for a new decoder ring. I think mine’s broken.
UPDATE: Mystery solved. It wasn’t the ring that was broken. It was the guy.
One thought on “Home and the Homestretch”
I wish I could be your
dance partner on
Dancing With the Stars
On the condition that Jeanne Moos isn't available.
Joking, but feel free to take it as a compliment.