Maybe I’m too picky. Maybe I shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Maybe I should understand how hard it is to write a dating profile. After all, I’ve redone mine multiples times. It might help for me to give people a chance even if there’s no immediate spark. It is the Internet, after all. I might find some diamonds in the rough. Or something.
But I don’t. Maybe I can’t. I go running when people post photos full of fish. And I certainly don’t respond to messages that do any of the following:
- Consist only of a compliment of how I am a “beautiful woman.”
- Use pet names.
- Imply that I need someone to take care of me in any way
- Enforce gender roles in an ignorant way (see above) or conflict with my feminist ideals
- Aren’t accompanied by at least one photo
- Come from someone who spends more time working out than sleeping every day
- Are copied and pasted
- Contain a single word, especially if it’s spelled incorrectly
- Use too many emoticons
I feel like I’m getting dangerously close to Seinfeld territory here, but I’m also not obsessed with the idea of finding or being with someone, either. I’m pretty awesome riding solo, and someone would have to be pretty fantastic to make me reconsider.
And the thing is? someone who I have amazing chemistry with will make me forget all these silly rules.
It’s definitely important to trust your instincts. Redhead Bedhead’s “if it’s not a ‘fuck yeah,’ it’s a ‘no'” definitely resonates with me these days…
I think I try to give people a second chance because I am so critical. There has only ever been one “fuck yea.” Haha.