So I've had two roommates meet their EC's and true loves online. I still can't do it. I cannot bring myself to meet someone I've never met before.
What happened to letters? I miss letters. No one writes letters anymore. It used to be that if you were bored and loser-like you would get what they call a "Pen-Pal" not with Facebook, Myspace, Blogger, LDS Mingle, and online dating sites...people just let the personality profiles choose their suitable suitors.
What about the perverts? I was bored one day and watched "To Catch a Preditor" for two hours. I couldn't believe that people were actually sick enough to do something so crude with a child. Furthermore, they were stupid enough to bring booze and show up even after they seen the show before. I don't want to end up with one of those white trash toothless drunkards. Granted some of them don't fit the physical profile I just mentioned...but on the inside they're still trash.
Beyond perverts there are other types of men that seem to pop up online. The ones who were married for a few months and then realized that they only married for one reason and now all they want to do is get out. So they do, then they realize that they can't get back in because no one wants a divorcee.
Then there are those motor sports, Nascar lovin, artery clogging, full bearded, "full bodied", fishers of fish who just want a women who will break down and buy a tweety bird steering wheel cover to match his Taz bumper sticker.
Finally, if you're LDS then you know the ones who are looking for their ultimate wify online. The one who will seriously sew him a quilt everytime he's cold and bake "Apple Crisp" every night of the week. Women...be ware these men, they will seek you out and bear their 6 page long online testimonies to you quickly followed by a two week engagement.
So...I guess I have to say that I don't think much of online dating. I won't lie when I say I've joined something or other for fun...but for fun is all. I can't ever agree to meet or enjoy the company of a man who might be hiding something awkward in his closet like figurines or a bag of hair.
My man from online! Woot! Just kidding of course!