Episode 12: Are we having fun yet???

Online dating feels like shopping at a thrift store.  Everything is cheap, used or damaged, but you still hold out hope to find that gem!

Mr. Man of Few Words: His message was, and I quote, "WOW." 

That's it. I assume he meant Wow, what's a smart, attractive woman like you doing on a site like this? I can get into the strong silent type but you're going to need to expand the vocabulary a little bit, mkay?  Maybe I can get him Hooked on Phonics for our one week anniversary and he can write me a love letter for our second week anniversary.  You all celebrate relationships on a week by week basis, right??? 

Mr. Faker: The problem with messaging me is that I don't live under a rock. I read - books, news sites, randomness and learn a lot about many things. This is why I rock at Jeopardy, but I digress.  So when a 43 year old man in my city messages me, I read the message and check out the profile.  And what do I find?  His profile picture is of a 23 year old Sikh woman with a genetic disorder that causes her to grow a full beard.  Now, I know you're all asking, how in the world did I know that?  Because this chick was features on a Dateline special and I watched it.  Plus, Mr. Faker's "pictures" were literally screen shots from the TV special.  $10 he didn't even know the pictures he stole were of a woman.  So I did what ever self respecting woman would.  I rolled my eyes and reported his profile as being fake. Gotta help my non-Dateline watching sisters out, ya know?

And last ut not least, we'll end this one with Mr. Coffee.  Side Note: I've had a couple blind dates at the same local coffee place.  I'm starting to think of it as my place now. I wonder if I donate some money if they'll put a little custom engraved plaque on one of the tables.  

This table sponsored by: Misadventures in Dating 
Ladies, enjoy your coffee and make sure he doesn't follow you home.  Love, Salaciously Single.

But anyways, we met for a coffee/tea/random hot beverage.  This guy was Indian and we spent most of the time talking about the trip I took there last year because I visited his home town.  Random, right?  He was nice, but there was no spark.  Kind of like an anti-spark.  So I was a fickle witch and just drifted off into the wind.  I'm sure he'll find a nice girl.  By the way - we both had to travel to get to this coffee shop - like across town kind of travel.  He lives on the same side of town I do so a Starbucks would have made much more sense.  But apparently he likes his coffee shop a lot.  Maybe he'll get his own engraved plaque.