So skills summarily practiced, self-esteem completely deflated, and with nary a spring in my step, I embarked on a new lurch towards love via e Harmony.
Well, Yoda (my shrink) would say it wasn't wasted-- I was simply practicing my dating skills.
Try to contain your shock when I tell you that Bob asked me out again, via text.
I made Yoda tremendously proud by not taking the cowardly way out and was instead honest. But it reconfirmed what had taught me-- that online dating was never going to work for me.
It's like going to a club in the late 80s, only without all the pesky human interaction and spastic dancing.
Okay, I'm having a social media crisis: The Oompa Loompa sent me a Friend Request on Facebook. You can enjoy episodes 1, 2, 3, 4, 4.5, 5, 6, 7 and 7 revisited here. On match.com, you can set search parameters and view the entire catalog of men within those parameters, the way you'd build the perfect Volvo for yourself or order a pizza from Dominos. So basically, you've got a bunch of guys looking to get laid by the hottest chick they can score..a bunch of women lying about their interests, their number of cats, and their level of desperation.