One Thursday evening out and several vodkas down, I was sitting at a bar with friends who are attractive, successful, smart & funny, etc., etc. We are always single, decidely as we go out for each other’s company rather than to leech on to the dwindling NYC man supply (not that there aren’t evenings designated to such actions – typically labeled as “Saturdays”).
Upon discussion of our cumulatively consistent singleness and lack of non-lame dates one friend made a declaration to sign up for match.com. Being all about any new activity, I was into it & it was agreed we each would sign up for an account and send out weekly summaries of dating activity.
Said friend has yet to make her account, however after deciding I make poor decisions in bars 5-12 vodkas in anyhow, I went in it to win it virtually.
After deciding my company’s team of techies was most probably reading my adjective-laden emails to my cronies, I decided to transmit my plethora of dating delights & disasters via the www.
Assessmentating is the new awesome.
PS: Names are always changed (generally to the characters of whatever book I am reading in the moment) as personally I know I would be pretty bummed to find myself all blogged up via a self-involved Google search.
Note: I really really revel in food and drink. Therefore, when otherwise occupied and unable to cyber date it up, I shall talk up cupcakes and cocktails amongst other glorious things (namely soft serve ice cream, frozen yogurt and hummus).
I’m pretty loquacious. Please do comment or email. I will definitely dig it.
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