I recently put my profile up on Match.com. For those of you who are long-time readers of ‘words mean things,’ this must seem like a shockingly personal admission for me to make. But the whole thing is so silly, so strange, I felt like I needed to write about it.
I know several other people who’ve had great success meeting people through online personals. So far, I am not one of those people. Since I put my profile up three weeks ago (including photo), I’ve had two guys e-mail me, seemingly interested. But then when I e-mailed them back, no response. I’ve done searches on the site, but haven’t really seen anyone I was interested in contacting.
I’m thinking of expanding out to Yahoo! Personals, but I don’t know. This whole experience has allowed my inner 12-year-old girl to come out way too much for my taste. If I had a pink plastic diary decorated with unicorns instead of a weblog, I’d probably be using my purple sparkly pen to write things like “Does he like me? Or does he *like-me* like me?” surrounded by doodles of rainbows.
And that’s just not me.