I am stooping down to the lowest of the low points. I am going to try online dating.
It’s inevitable. I am in my thirties and single and it is the 21st century. It had to happen.
It all started yesterday. My friend Rosie was going on a date with a guy she met on okay cupid. I started scrolling through some of the people on the front page. One guy in particular looked intriguing. Christian. Handsome. Career oriented. In my mind, his name was Ramon, since that is the name of the imaginary boyfriend that I talk about occasionally. “Maybe I’d try this some time,” I thought out loud.
Before I knew what was happening, Rosie slyly asked me what my email address was and what password I often use, copied some of my pictures on facebook, and voila! The whole world now has physical proof that I am desperate, like a girl on a desert Island who finally decides to eat snails.
I will admit this is not my first time on the exhausting online dating treadmill. I tried eharmony once. I gathered up the courage to go on one date. The guy was wearing an over sized blue suit, didn’t ask me one question in over an hour, and had created an app that helped you hit on people in bars. I am not joking. It would tell you if there was someone your type in the bar who had the same app. It didn’t work out, but that guy is probably a millionaire now.
For some reason, that date didn’t seem worth the sixty dollars I spent on my membership fee the first few months, along with the sixty dollars I spent when they automatically renewed my subscription without my permission.
Okaycupid is a website that is even further down the already low low ladder rungs of online dating. It is worse than eharmony in that it is free. That is dangerous. Any guy who says “hey you know, I really want to find a broad to go on a nice date with, maybe even get hitched, but I don’t really want to pay any money to do that stuff” is not going to buy me dinner. No way.
This particular website started out by asking you a whole lot of questions, which I actually like. You need to weed people out somehow. They literally have hundreds of questions you can answer.
When the question was asked “Which is bigger, the sun or the earth?” I knew that I might be in for a rude awakening of what my potential dates might be like. I marked that question as “very important” to me, meaning that it was very important that my potential date got this question right. My reasoning being that someone who doesn’t know if the sun is bigger than the earth is definitely not going to be able to figure out how to change a diaper.
One of the next questions said, “if you were to turn your left glove inside out, would it fit on your left hand or your right hand?” I was too lazy to get up and try a glove on. There was no option that said “It can go on either hand, especially if you are good at putting your hand in a awkward position,” which is obviously the right answer. I skipped that question, knowing full well that it was not a good indication of whether I would make a quality life partner or not.
I finished a hundred questions. Within 2.5 minutes, I had three messages.
Message #1 was from a guy that asked me if I was into younger guys. Occasionally, I wanted to say, but not this time.
Message #2 was from a guy that said, “for you, beautiful girl” that had a link on it to a youtube video of a Melissa Etheridge song from 1988. If you listened carefully to the words, you realised that Melissa was actually talking about breaking up with someone. Winner.
Message #3 was from a charming man that had a picture of himself standing in front of his house with no shirt on. You’d think that might be a good idea if you have a six pack, but not if you have a beer belly.
In that 2.5 minutes, I also got matched with a friend of mine. Great. He will be the first one to know that I am willing to eat snails.
The only thing I was excited about was searching for Ramon. I searched and searched for him. I searched for words that I remembered being in his profile. I searched for his profile name. He was nowhere. You know why? Because Ramon is not real. The Okaycupid people made him up so that I would be intrigued and try it out. Oh Ramon, come back to me!
Now that Ramon is out of the picture, I have several legitimate excuses explaining why this is not a good idea. I will have to lower my standards. I will have to shave my legs. And my best and most holy excuse? If I do this, it would bring into question my trust in of the sovereignty of God. How could I think God was sovereign if I was forcing my love life to happen? Good one, Kate. Good one.
We’ll see what adventures are to come.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: KATE HURLEY
Kate Hurley is a writer, worship leader, and teacher. She writes the popular blog The Sexy Celibate and wrote a book called Cupid is a Procrastinator: Making Sense of the Unexpected Single Life. The mission statement of her life is “To paint an accurate picture of a passionate God.”
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