My anniversary was not too long ago, and when Adrian and I were knee-deep in our 4-hour 30 Rock Marathon over Domino’s and Blue Bell Ice Cream, I realized that there is no one else I’d rather be with in the world. We may not be romantic, or intentionally matchy (we do that by accident, I swear), but we fucking work.
Also, I don’t have to date anymore, and that’s pretty great, considering blogs like A(n)nals of Online Dating exist.
AOD receives the real-life online dating messages and profiles, and grades them. Holy shit you guys, there are some fucked up people in the world. Some goddamn racist-ass, creep-fuck weirdos–all of whom want to find love with other racist-ass creep-fuck weirdos.
I know lots of people who have found wonderful love and friendship in online dating, and while I was impressed in their matches before I read AOD, now I’m miracle-impressed. If these are the people to be waded through, then high-fives all the fuck around for finding The One.
At Least He Puts His Best Foot Forward (Sort-Of NSFW)
I need a shower. And a hug. And cake?– Favorite Comment From The Last Post: From Nadine: “People who announce they are deactivating their twitter/facebook account should never be allowed back. Two months later when they come back and post that “i’m here, no more drama please” post, I just wanna show up at their home, throw their computer against the wall and punch their face in twice and yell HOW’S THAT FOR DRAMA? GOOD ENOUGH?”