Archive for January, 2010
Big Decision for the New Gal in Town…
Being the brand spankin’ new kid in D-town (Denver), I’d thought I’d give online dating a shot. So, on a whim, armed with my credit card digits – a plethora of recent party-girl pics – and multiple images of me conquering the great outdoors, I logged on to several of (what I call) the “me-bay” sites. I felt perfectly fine to take ownership of my singledom and market myself to the millions of morons, mullets, macho-men, and Mr. Rights living in the Denver demographics in hopes of finding one decent dude or hot “dudley do-right.” After all, I’m a hot commodity, so why not market to the masses and put U.S. capitalism to work, right? I remembered the good ole’ lesson of supply and demand from 8th grade economics. Limited supply of awesome, available women (i.e. ME) equates to high demand from rich, hot, down-to-earth bachelors (i.e. THEM). Throw in a ski condo, some fine wine, a labrador mutt who adores hiking…and the deal becomes even better, sweeter, and BEYOND palatable…
Which online dating site would I choose? Hmmmm..did I prefer the open “card catalog” approach of match.com…or the “secret ballot” style of e-harmony? For one brief moment I was sold on eHolyHell.com (a.k.a. eharmony), but ultimately decided those commercials were too darn cheesy for moi to appear during future primetime TV lineups (if AND when I did meet Mr. Hot-Dudley-do-right). Besides, I always wondered….where were the commercials portraying the “not-so-cute” people? Those couples seemed to be missing from the airwaves, as if some rich white old/fat/bald guy in an eharmony sterile board room ironically instilled a “no fat/boring/ugly person rule.” Being a dewey decimal girl at heart (and secretly thinking the card catalog approach would work in my favor), I flippantly decided on the match.com 90-day subscription, figuring that would equal more than enough minutes for all the fab singular D-town dudes to fawn at me virtually, in hopes of rubbing knees with me physically. I was salivating at the anticipation of my first wink, that first email…before I even clicked on the “new user” icon. This my friends….was gonna be fun.
