As I've said before, patience is not my virtue. So I decided to take action about this dating thing. Again. I logged into Plenty of Fish to see who is also putting themselves on the market. Since it's a free site, I should always remind myself that you get what you pay for. I'm chalking up this indiscretion to a predicted snowy Saturday with some extra time on my hands.
You know it's a bad sign when you put in some search criteria and a message pops up to tell you they expanded your search. What I'm looking for doesn't exist. Nice. Encouraging. To be truthful, it doesn't exist within the distance that I wanted to search. But we all know I'm rooted strongly. Hell, I barely like leaving Exeter Township. I'm not going to chatting up some fellow in Maryland or Jersey or Williamsport. (I know Williamsport is still in PA, but I've been there and I doubt I'd want to move there for any reason.)
Distance aside, the profiles are generic, repetitive and mind-numbing. Read the same thing over and over and you start to get cynical. I mean, more cynical. Apparently there is one guy on POF so they just clone his profile for every other guy and change the pictures. How can it be that every guy is equally comfortable getting dressed up and going out or staying home in jeans and a tee? So if every guy is caring, thoughtful, active, believes chivalry isn't dead, likes to travel, can balance work and play, and has a romantic side, why are they all still single? I know I exaggerate. There is a second guy/profile that includes a picture of just a motorcycle, talks about hunting, Nascar, riding a Harley, and building bonfires.
And then, there are the profiles that I recognize. I've seen these guys before. And they're still there. (Yes, I know- so am I.) POF has emailed me matches once a week since I started. I tried turning it off, unsubscribe, but it wouldn't let me. Maybe that's a sign! But the one email listed when I created my profile. It was 2008. If that isn't the most depressing thing.
I'm going to hang around the site for a couple more weeks. Or maybe one week. Actually, I hope to make it to Saturday. I'm going to send out a couple emails. You get what you pay for. And after one week, I'll re-evaluate. Then I might join Match again.
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