Obvious sarcasm aside, I’ve met a population sample of Michigan’s most broken women over the last week and it’s been at least entertaining. Since I’m far less serious about online dating than I’ve been in the past, I’m able to sit back and watch the show more instead of falling into lamentations such as “oh my word I’m always going to be alone there’s no hope maybe I should die!” . Partially this is because I am actually beginning to enjoy the idea of staying single more and more with each dating trial.
I’m no frog prince, let me tell you. I’m judgmental, self-centered to a fault, and the idea of driving more than five minutes to meet a woman isn’t even remotely energizing unless she is a Brazilian supermodel (random choice, I actually prefer Lebanese women, lol). But it’s taken me 10 years to deal with most of my faults and get them to where I am able to succeed in college, at work, and with friends. I don’t really want to take on the problems of these crazy bitches who seemingly haven’t had a moment of self-reflection in their entire lives (there’s the judgmental part).
I don’t have any funny examples of tragic communiques between myself and the divorcees of Macomb County, mainly because they’re all so tragically similar. On the rare chance that I do get along with someone socially, they’re either completely unattractive or can’t get over the fact that I don’t drink (which I always find puzzling and think that if someone’s sobriety bothers you that much you should probably take a hard look at your habits). I do have the account for a few more months so I’m going to search long and hard for someone humorous to write about. It’s been rare that I’ve made it past a few back-and-forth messages before I say “well, good luck in your search!” and block them.