Update on my Misadventures in Match, August 12, 2014:
Yesterday no less than three people laid the smack down on me to message men. Work the site, if you will.
Considering up to this point I've only been able to peruse the site for about 5 minutes prior to vomiting, this was a triple dog dare level throw down.
I dedicated a solid 90 minutes of my life last night to the process, and the true success is that I didn't retch once.
What I learned: got to stay away from the Arlington men. Was about to message one when I looked at his pics and recognized the kid. Ummmmmm. No. No freaking way.
I also learned I might not have any game. Got to figure out my opening line for when I am able to pull up the big girl panties and message a person of the opposite sex. Considering that as my opening line is a sure indicator that I might be over thinking this whole thing.
And yes, I still need to edit my info.
Misadventures in Match, August 15, 2014:
First, let's put this out there. My ability to obsess over not communicating with someone of the opposite sex has seriously diminished in time due to the return of my offspring.
Second, let's not forget I'm a big ol' chicken when it comes to this whole thing, so I have NOT risen to the triple dog dare of communicating with a few boys...but I'm getting dangerously close.
I have one email from a guy in...Walla Walla. That seems like a bit of a commute.
In other news, I've been mulling over and tweaking my profile. I'm awaiting approval from my spirit guide in this endeavor before I push "apply." I'm sure I'll tweak it and obsess even more as time marches on.
And while I'm pleased to announce that my profile has been liked or favorited by more than a few guys, they all seem to have one thing in common. No pictures. Why the face? Are they victims of a horrible chain saw accident? Are they still rocking a mullet? What do they have to hide?
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