Friday, May 21, 2010

Eenie Meenie Miney Match?

Online dating. This is a topic that makes me cringe. Literally my forehead wrinkles, my shoulders raise & my eyes squint. Which is unfortunate because it is a popular topic these days, & by topic I mean suggestion. I like to consider myself a practical person & there are some promising statistics that plead a strong case. Online dating has become a $4 billion industry worldwide. 1 of 5 relationships has blossomed from online dating & 1 of 8 marriages. I realize that people are having tremendous success pursuing this route, but I am just not sure I'm people. I mean, Londa Vaughn found her 2 BF's on Match, is hers really an example I should be following? I have heard compelling arguments but can't get out of my own head about it. My mind is stuck in the time when it was for awkward, unfortunate looking people who were meeting in chat rooms. I guess I am just a little more old fashioned. I still romanticize the idea of "boy meets girl." "Boy cyber stalks girl" just doesn't have the same ring to it. But perhaps I need to get with the creepy times.

My friends of course are very supportive & encouraging, even teasing me about my trepidation. Easy for them to do from the safety & comfort of their RELATIONSHIPS. I think they like the idea of living vicariously through me; not in a grass is greener kind of way, but rather in a this will be effing hilarious kind of way.

My heart has been broken, I have broken maybe half a heart, but mostly my dating history has been pure comedy. But how long can you laugh at these things? How long is it funny to find out you are on a date with a married man, or someone who could star in a Valtrex commercial? I figure only another couple of years before this comedy turns tragic.

I can think of a number of excuses not go online fishing but can also think of 2 perks. One benefit of course being that it would get me out of the house & away from Keeping Up With the Kardashians marathons. The second being that it would provide superfluous blog fodder. What to do, what to do? Guess I will sleep on it...again.

Night lambs. Much love.

ps--On a Lohan note, can judge Revel just put her in jail & throw away the key already? I am so sick of hearing about her! I am especially disappointed in you CNN. Shame shame.

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