The Scary World of Online Dating

So, I tried this whole match.com thing a year ago and it didn't go well. I'm not really sure why I thought this time would be different, but I'm a glass half-full kind of girl, so I figured, why not? This entire post is dedicated to the why not.

I'm going to translate what guys mean when they are describing their date's appearance:
-Athletic = skinny
-Slender = skinny
-Average = skinny
-They've left that part of the form blank = skinny
-Curvy = skinny, but with big boobs and a big ass

In one of the most annoying profiles I saw today, the guy mentioned how picky he was about his date and then, in the "about my date" section, he had left the entire section blank.  Not helpful, dude.

Also, match.com, what's with telling me who's viewed my profile? If he's hot and didn't wink or email me, I'm sad. If it's some Leery McPervert that looks old enough to be my dad, I'm sad. If it's a guy I've winked at or sent an email to, I'm crushed. At least when I have an unsuccessful night at the bar, I don't have to know which guys looked at me and thought, "eh, no thanks".

I also love when it's clear a guy didn't read my profile before he sent an email. I'm a liberal who wants a guy without kids. Please don't email me if there is a picture of your 6 month old son (don't get me started) wrapped in the confederate flag. I wish I was making this up.

Welcome to my blog...

I thought my first post should at least try to explain what the hell is going on in this blog.

I've always been a girl's girl. I've been in 10 weddings and am scheduled for at least 2 more. It wasn't really until last summer that I discovered my true talent for being a wingwoman. There were 6 international rugby teams coming to town and I have a handful of hot, single girlfriends. A few of whom are known jersey-chasers. So I used my talent and charm to initate contact with the teams.  I don't want to brag, but I ended the summer with an 80% success rate and got us in with two teams.  I learned that the correct level of drunk is drunk enough to play the drunk girl card but not so drunk you let a girl go home with a guy from the wrong team.