So, what, one of those online dating services, one that someone convinced me to spend twenty-five of my hard earned dollars on, changed recently to something more abhorrent. Well, at least I can’t tell how they improved it besides making it harder to find matches. In any case, I looked to see how many people had viewed my profile and you can guess that the number. It was less than two. Friendster changed, too and it also tells you how many people have viewed your profile and the number there was less than one. Oy.
Well, I’ve also heard the question, “Why haven’t any of your friends set you up?” and I think the reason is liability. My sister had me meet someone — for no real reason that I can think of since the person lived hundreds or thousands of miles away from me — and this person started yelling at me. Heck, I just made fun of Lake Zero (or as the locals call it, Lake No-negroes) and she just about bit my head off. Even my friends FROM Lake Oswego tell me it’s a snobby rich community. It’s really just my luck.
I think my subconscious is probably having its way with me, too. I was imagining a blind date with one of the women from the gym while I was climbing the infinite stairs, and all I could see in my mind is the woman crying because I’m the best she could do. Even my imaginary love life is taking a turn for the worse.
All I can say is: I think I need a new wristwatch.
OK the woman crying over her patheticness at being involved with you is DAMN FUNNY. in my dreams last night i kept losing my purse. and not being able to find it. and going back to restaurants, and hotels, and many places looking for it. what does that mean?
You’ve got a point about Lake Oswego. I have a friend who lives there and she never fails to harp on about the superiority of folks who live in that ‘community’ (better professions, more elite, more intelligent, richer, blah, blah, blah…). I think she’s a great person, but I tell her I’d rather own a house in Portland instead of paying rent for an apartment in Lake Oswego. Any day. Cheer up…you’ll find someone…eventually (and no, I’m not employee of an online dating agency).
Hey, I’d forgotten all about Lake No Negro. Most of the people I knew who lived there were a bunch of nouveau wankers.
It sounds like a dating sim. Very educational, those things, if you want to figure out how not to make a girl cry.