Seriously, Does Anyone Read The Profiles

I get these comments, waves, likes, and swipe rights. And it never ceases to amaze me when I go to their profiles and read them. I know that humans are visual creatures, both men and women, and they see a picture and say “yes.” Still, It is apparent that people are not dating with intention because they are obviously not reading anything I wrote.

One of my qualifiers is that I am not interested in having kids. It’s not just my age because it has been like this forever. At one point, I had written more predominately about it. One of the first dates I went on was with a guy who spent his whole time trying to convince me that I was wrong (See my first Internet date).

Another qualifier is being on the liberal side, have a graduate degree, and read a lot of books. Now I can be open-minded; however, it is difficult to sit through a date where a person makes multiple comments about those liberal hippies and intellectuals.

Finally, suppose a person writes they are spiritual, not religious. In that case, it should probably deter anyone that states, “ I put God first” or “I am looking for a traditional relationship with a submissive woman who puts god first.” I will go out on a limb and say we are not made for each other.

I had an interesting exchange with a man. He said that I wrote to much on my profile. Guys won’t read it all and I really need to just tell the story of who I am with pictures. All I could think is does my profile need to read like a children’s  book.

“See Spot”

“See Spot run”

“See Dick”

See Dick be a dick”



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About Me

When did life get so complicated? I started this blog last year after a tough breakup and named it ‘Dating Is A Dumpster Fire.’ The blog was less about the breakup and more about the comically tragic dates that I kept going on. The effort to find a mate has led me down a path of healing from past trauma and becoming my best self. Somewhere along the way, life has thrown more challenges and left me with fewer dating prospects. Perhaps the best version of myself is single with a cat.

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