As I journey out into the world, solo, single, what have you, the allure of dating sites is obvious. You can meet some cool folks on them, but man, you have to dig. But the alternative is to be the creepy American bloke hanging in the bar alone on a Wednesday night in Kigali. Or a monk in Nepal. Your pick.
And yet the best-foot-forward fictions we put out on dating sites are still fascinating. Yes, they’re lies, but are they lies we tell ourselves or our (potential) significant other? It’s a good question, which makes the various Amazon.coms of Sex and Love so fascinating around the world.
All that said, I just thought this quote summed up the whole problem/opportunity well.
Everyone’s dating profile-whether it’s on Match.com, OKCupid, Manhunt, Grindr, Craigslist (which is for people who are either looking to date hookers or find new futons for their dingy apartments), JDate, eHarmony, or even the bulletin board at your grandmother’s church-is full of fucking shit. Everyone is so scared that if they tell the world about eating peanut butter right out of the jar with chocolate Teddy Grahams while watching Real Sex reruns at 2 AM, no one will meet them for cheap Pad Thai and cheaper conversations about what school they went to and how many siblings they have.