You know what is gross? Dating sites. Ugh.
It's not even so much all the creepy, desperate people. No, it's the fact that on most of them, you have to PAY just to be able to tell the creepy desperate people off when they send you creepy, desperate messages. I seem to get a lot of them, and I'm not sure why. Is there something about me that screams "SOCIALLY DYSFUNCTIONAL MEN OVER 50, I AM HERE FOR YOU"? Because I'm not here for you, creepy old dudes. Sorry, but I don't date guys old enough to be my father, no matter how many islands they claim to have homes on or how much they say their net worth is. You are old and flabby and vaguely creepy, like the sweaty guy on the bus who leans over your shoulder and breathes way too hard as if he's trying to read the paper, even though you're not holding a paper. Ew.
It's adding insult to injury when you have to pay a monthly fee for being lonely.
In other news, it was my birthday on the first. I am now older, as you might have guessed. Another year without dying horribly, hooray!
It's not even so much all the creepy, desperate people. No, it's the fact that on most of them, you have to PAY just to be able to tell the creepy desperate people off when they send you creepy, desperate messages. I seem to get a lot of them, and I'm not sure why. Is there something about me that screams "SOCIALLY DYSFUNCTIONAL MEN OVER 50, I AM HERE FOR YOU"? Because I'm not here for you, creepy old dudes. Sorry, but I don't date guys old enough to be my father, no matter how many islands they claim to have homes on or how much they say their net worth is. You are old and flabby and vaguely creepy, like the sweaty guy on the bus who leans over your shoulder and breathes way too hard as if he's trying to read the paper, even though you're not holding a paper. Ew.
It's adding insult to injury when you have to pay a monthly fee for being lonely.
In other news, it was my birthday on the first. I am now older, as you might have guessed. Another year without dying horribly, hooray!