What comes out of an irrational pout at 7:30 pm on Chicago St Paddy's Day observed? A second go 'round at online dating. Need I mention I'd been drinking since 10 am?
I'd been thinking a lot about my first experience from last year. I met an ok guy. We dated for a few months. His choice of sunglasses embarrassed the hell out of me. I cringe at the fact I actually slept with him. But I suppose it was successful enough. I dated someone, and decided that I was better off alone. A year later, I am newly thirty, and my friends have dispersed around the world following our graduation from b-school. I am ready to sit home in my pjs with some dude on a Friday night, with the unspoken promise of lots of morning-sex the next day.
It has been one week since I signed up for online dating service #2. I get to be turned down daily by men who, let me just say, aren't awesome. Which must mean I am wahaaayyyy less than awesome. Funny. I always thought in some way, that I was at least slightly awesome. It must be my profile photos.
Time to hit up Glamour Shots.
