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writer Caroline Huftalen llustrator Barry Lee
When I told my friends that I was going to be writing about online dating and doing it from firsthand experience, they laughed, but then came to the romantic-comedy conclusion that I would find my soulmate through unusual and movie-quality experiences. That I would be very Kate Hudson-y and some poor lonely Matthew McConaughey-type would fall in love with me and I would have that moment where I said, “it was all for a story.” Then, naturally, it would get super dramatic and he would run off in a cab and I would chase after him. I’d fling the door open on a red light and say something quotable, which would lead to a great make out scene. The end. Knowing that the odds of my rom-com happy ending were slim and I would most likely meet a lot of duds, I did my best to keep
very long questionnaire. There were questions about the type of guy I was looking for, how important certain things were to me like
But I wasn’t the only one indulging in the details. One of my matches had a career listing of senior associate. Now this could
an open mind. I let go of all the prejudices and stereotypes that my brain automatically places on those with current profiles and signed myself up for two online dating sites: eHarmony.com and OKCupid.com.
looks and money, and more insightful questions like how selfish or emotional I am.
be impressive if it pertained to finance or business or some other lucrative job market that I will never be a part of. But instead, what he meant was retail sales associate. There is a difference there; salary and stability wise. And, how is it that out of all of my matches, which was more than 40 in the span of one month, did not a single one smoke? They all were cigarette free, wanted marriage and babies, and supposedly had great senses of humor. I beg to differ.
I wanted the real-deal experience, the sleek profile and scientifically produced matches. For this I turned to eHarmony.com. Which comes at a price. During non-promotional months it’s $60. Money aside, my advice for anyone sitting down and signing up for this site: give yourself a few hours, and maybe a panel of friends. I never knew how much I didn’t know about myself until answering the
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I cry really easily. When I’m mad, I cry. When I’m frustrated, I cry. When an ASPCA commercial comes on, I cry. Emotional, maybe. But I didn’t want eHarmony to think I was one of those girls. So naturally, I lied, and my emotional rating dropped down to a three on a scale from one to 10. When asked how important image was, I put seven, but then my shallowness set in, and I bumped it up to eight. The rest of the questions followed the same suit. Presenting myself in the best, though maybe not the most honest light.
If you think Facebook consumes your life, just wait till you enlist in a service that sends a bevy of men your way every day, and then
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