So, today I almost contemplated eharmony. What can I say? I was bored and they've spent, I'm sure, more money than I'll make in my lifetime on their commercials...
Then I started thinking about what kind of guys I would be matched with. Marines, almost certainly. Marines and local hicks and surfers and single fathers. And, again, almost certainly, no bartenders, tattoo artists, real entrepreneurs, or... Emergency room doctors?
The fatal flaw: The boys I like wouldn't go through the trouble of talking about their emotions and dream dates on a website whose foundation was that of sad and lonely people hoping to make some connection with other sad and lonely people. Especially if it meant taking all of that time responding to bullshit questions with bullshit answers, only to be ogled by fat rednecks with way too much time on their hands.
So, eff you, eharmony. I'll be at the bar.
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Haha. Ten days later, I met my future husband on Craigslist. Too funny.
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