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Here I Go Again...

Dating. Online or not, simply put, sucks. However, a necessary evil because that’s the only way that I know of that’ll discover Mrs. Right. Recently, I lamented to a co-worker and a friend, “If I’m so awesome, why am I still single?”

This breezy. She looks at me, “I don’t know if anything is ‘wrong’ with you, you just haven’t found who’s ‘right’ for you.”

Hell’s bells. That’s enough of an answer to take the wind outta my sails.

Back to my thinking… Oy vey. The thought of filling out yet another profile, and check boxes on activities I like is enough for me to be celibate and start practicing to becoming a monk. The two breezies that I like to cupcake with, both roared with laughter. Apparently, I couldn’t be celibate to save my life. Oh. And taking an oath of silence for the remainder of my life seemed to them, impossible.

So, the nightlife scene I trudge into. Sometimes I have a wingman, most times I don’t. In my experience, I’ve been my own wingman while being flight leader. That’s had negligible results. Online dating it is! I’ve tried POF [free] for a while which… the experience speaks for itself when I have the Michelin Man Story as the crown jewel of train wreck-y first dates.

At Tabula Rasa Day, my self-created holiday, I declared I would sign up for a paid service for online dating. Admittedly, of the two major players of eHarmony and Match, I chose Match. Why? Of all the consumer report complaints, Match had the fewest. But they did have complaints. Once again, I had moderate success. Met the “Teacher”, and the “Pharmacist”.

I told my bro, g-MONEY, I’m gonna attempt the free online websites once again before I pay again.

He looked me dead in the eye, “Two words for ya, ‘los. Michelin. Man.”

Wish me luck, I’ll need it while I'm digging out there. Here I go again…

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