Somehow, my roommates managed to get me to agree to join an online dating site with them.
I'm not even that eager to go on dates, or enter a relationship. (Notice how I avoided using the word "desperate"? You all should be proud of me.)
Somehow I managed to get talked into an online dating profile-making party with them tonight. Yikes. I'm glad we have alcohol.
It's not that I'm looking down my nose at people who do online dating. I understand that in this internet age, it's super practical. And that sometimes, it's just hard to meet people. But there still feels something a little bit. . . I don't know. Last resort-ish about it?
And then there's the part where you eventually meet people from the internet who could be serial killers and rapists and generally bad people. SCARY. Not that I think my internet friends are bad people in disguise. . . Um. . . Anyone want to help me out of this hole?
Right. Back on topic.
I can think of several reasons why I shouldn't do this.
So why did I say yes?
Wish me luck friends. At least this makes for more blogging fodder.