Article 29

After my recent split from Mike – I swore I would NEVER again date online! I would NEVER again subject myself to the constant left swipes! Yet, there I was – all registered for a dating site and ready to go. What can I say? I’m a glutton for punishment.
My first two days netted me just over 600 likes. I was shocked that in 48 hours, over 600 men found me interesting enough to swipe right. The worst part though, is that I have absolutely nothing in common with most of the men who range from 21 to 70 in age and live between “under 1 km” to more than 9,000 kms away (Fiji anyone?).
In my bio, I have made it abundantly clear that I’m not interested in smokers and that I do not plan on having more children of my own. One of the first men that “liked” me had a profile pic blowing a massive puff of smoke from a cigarette. Clearly, he read my bio.
Being back in the world of online dating has given me a painful sense of déjà vu. Hundreds of pics of men giving me the finger, holding up a dead moose (bloody tongue hanging out) and a plethora of GMSWF (gym mirror selfies while flexing).
Is it too much to ask for a somewhat normal man that has a job to message me SOMETHING coherent WITHOUT a sexual undertone? Apparently, it is. So – online dating week one has been an epic failure…but I’m not giving up. I always seem to preach that you need to have faith – so today, I’m going to follow my own advice. Cheers, to dating (and waiting) patiently.