Wow. OK. So I am not off to a great start. OKCupid could just as easily be called OKStupid at this point. Or maybe I should just say OKStupid, in reference to myself—as in what were you thinking, silly girl?
Let's just say I have not exactly come across the cream of the crop. Or any crop worth harvesting at all. But being the open minded, fun-loving, and inquisitive person that I am, I have answered all messages and been very generous with my time and replies. Oh don't ask why. I really couldn't say. Sport? Curiosity to learn about the misfits to be found on online dating sites? A sociological investigation of sorts? Call it what you will. But I haven't dismissed someone flat out—say— because he is only five feet five. Or because he was drinking a beer at 1:00 in the afternoon on a Monday. Or because he TOLD me to call him NOW. Or because he is Catholic and 'very serious about his religion' even though my profile states I am atheist and 'very serious about my views.' Or because he has three dogs that he takes with him EVERYWHERE, even though I make it abundantly clear on my profile that I dislike dogs. Or because he wants kids but my profile states I do not want any more children. But, I'm certain my little set of horrors pales in comparison to what others have experienced on OKC. Still, I am annoyed.
Funny, the number one question I have gotten has been, "Is that pic really you?" "Why?," I asked. ''Because some people show up and they are 200 pounds but they had a pic of a thin person." OK. "Nope, I am thin. That is me." Bells go off. Paranoia sets in. Hmm. Well then, I begin to wonder... how tall is that five foot five guy, really? And, if guys lie about their age, is that really a recent pic? And, was that pic taken before he gained 100 pounds? Or, is that his brother, not him? They look a lot alike and he didn't have time to take a pic of himself? And, oh, that car he is leaning on is a show room car? His ride is actually a ten speed bike?
But, the most disheartening thing about it all has been this. I have yet to meet one person that seems even remotely interested in me. None of them have asked me anything. It is all about them. And me asking the questions, playing advice columnist to help them sort their damaged lives and heal from past relationships. I should change my user name to Dear Jen. Jen is my OKC handle, btw. If I used the name Jehne, well, I might as well also post my phone number in my profile, if you get my drift. I don't want the creepers finding this blog. And I don't want the five foot five guy to read this. I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings.
Anyhow, this is my take on it so far. There are two types of men on OKC. Those who want to hookup—your details are irrelevant. And those who want fixed—your details are irrelevant. So, keeping my profile simple with few details DOES attract potentials. Because nobody is freaking reading them before contacting me anyway.
But I am not giving up—yet. Oh no. I still have a shred of hope left. Hope for what? I have no clue. But maybe that is my problem. I am acting like prey. I need to become the predator. But first I need to define my target clearly. Yes. What kind of man does Jen want? Let me pour a cup of coffee and think about it.
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