Last weekend, on two separate occasions, friends were chiding me about my “exacting” taste in potentially datable men. The conversations went something like this:
Early in the Day:
Them: I don’t think “geographically desirable” needs to be a requirement
Me: I’ve dated long distance. Have you ever dated long distance? It never works.
Them: Yeah, it didn’t work out, but that doesn’t mean you can’t drive an hour to date someone.
Me: I’m not saying “an hour”. I’m talking about someone who lives in Iowa. Someone you need to get on a plane to see. Unless they live somewhere like Paris. I’d date someone who lived in Paris.
Them: I think you’re being ridiculous.
And later that evening:
Her: What about him? He’s cute (pointing to the band’s drummer)
Me: He’s kinda a big guy – like a teddy bear
Her: He’s not FAT. He just has muscles.
Me: Maybe, but you know I like the skinny guys.
Her: Whatever (READ: “just die an old, bitter and sexually unsatisfied spinster – see if I care”)
Dear readers, in my defense, I’m really not THAT picky, but after a few years of dating, I know what I like and I’m fairly set in my ways. Sooo…
I’ve decided once again to try the online dating scene – with a twist. I’m going to let my best friend choose who I contact. Every week, she can choose between 4 and 6 potential matches who I am REQUIRED to email – even if they’re big teddy bears living in Iowa. If we begin an email exchange and they want to meet, I am REQUIRED to go out at least once with them – in some well lit, public place (Creepiness Clause: If their emails are “creepy” – I’m allowed to bow out).
Our first draft picks will be this Sunday, so I think I need to find some recent photos.