The one thing I like about the site is the Quick Cupid (or maybe its Fast Cupid). They run through various profiles of men, and you rate them on looks and personality, then click to the next one. Shopping for men! So easy! If you rate someone four or five stars on either category, they send the person an email telling them someone rated them highly, and they then get to see your profile which is mixed in the first five or so profiles that they are shown. If they also rate you highly, they send both parties an email saying so. It takes some of the pressure off contacting people since you know they're already somewhat interested, or at least think you're attractive.
One guy who I thought was cute I actually downgraded after reading his profile where he insists women who contact him be either hot or easy, and they have to like golden showers. Who does this guy think he is? Bret Michaels?
Anyway, the first profile I looked at was this guy who's profile name was Ezbo. He was cute, sarcastic, well educated, spoke of his misspent youth, but...he lived in Mt. Holly. New Jersey. I had no idea where that was so I moved on. A couple of days later i get this message from him:
Well, here we are again. I log on and see the dearth of emails from interesting women I look and suprisingly spot someone has stalked me recently.
I read the profile and BANG... holy crap....she likes soccer.
I went to the World Cup in 2006 and saw a number of games, I am a huge fan. All the guys write and tell you how beautiful, interesting, smart, etc etc.
I know it, so do you. Unless they are all dumb, blind, and/or against a woman having a brain (which I hear is a suprisingly common problem these days) in which they skipped that part.
I noticed all that too. I appreciate the intelligence above all.... but Soccer? Wow, never saw that coming.
Then I notice it....NY. That second letter in the state designation.
They do it to me all of the time, send me perfect matches from 110 miles away on a good day. However, never occurred to me that I would be the faraway guy in someone elses queue.
Well... suffice it to say I (like many sane men I assume) think you are great. At least you present an attractive version of yourself in the profile. Never know... you could be nutty as a Snickers (like me)... but you seem great.
So thanks for looking at my profile. Made me feel a bit suprised and happy that someone as interesting as you would look. B-U-T it is of course lousy that geography precludes me from even trying to come up with an evil plan to get you to be interested in me.
Sooooo just wanted to say thanks for looking, good luck to you, you seem great, and while I am not likely the one.... there will be someone out there who appreciates you.
All sarcasm and silly jokes aside.... you really seem a catch (and I mean that in a totally non-patronizing-anti-masogonistic-guys-don't-"catch"-women-love's-a -team kind of way) and I am sure you will find someone better than me to spend time with.
Since you never emailed me I know you agree with at least HALF of that last sentence... hope the other half comes true.
I myself am getting tired.
How can I not reply? I do. We email back and forth, and I have convinced him to come to the city and meet me. Turns out Mt. Holly is about 100 miles away. That's really going to suck if we end up liking each other. We'll see, either Friday or Saturday he's going to come into the city. I'm excited about this one.
In addition to him, I have at least one other date this week from this site - rock and roll karaoke at Arlene's Grocery tomorrow.
Alright. I now have to catch up on all of the TV I missed while in Abu Dhabi last week.
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