How to start an internet dating business
No, not the inmates, but guards, employees, detectives, policemen, attorneys, whoever. They want to hear that I follow rules and never deviate from the plan. As if that wasn’t bad enough, as the warden was walking me out I said (you better sit down for this one) “I look forward to hearing back from you regarding the position.” But wait, that’s not all. So of course when I was sitting at a friend’s house and we were companionably swiping on our Bumble options side by side, we came across the same cute ginger at the same time. Left swipes and Right ones (figuratively and literally). We ended up staying for hours; talking, laughing, telling stories and just generally having a really good time.
For the past 7 years I’ve been helping men from countries like USA, Canada, UK, Germany, Peru and others find Russian and Ukrainian women for marriage by replicating the process I went through finding my own wife. We were regaling her with our stories of online dating. I never thought of it as ‘fast tracking’ (proven my 7 years, give or take, of online dating – thus, the blog). And by game, I of course mean a lengthy and soul crushing journey to find the bright shinny penny in the piles of garbage. To me it implies taking shortcuts and not really valuing the quality of the ‘route’ but just trying to accomplish something as fast as possible. You can imagine the look I gave my friend as we sat at happy hour on Monday with a mutual friend who is married. Is that what I’m doing by being on several dating sites at once and going on more than the average number of dates? Either that or I’ve already met him and scared him off. ’ Yeah, yeah, I know, not my best work, but honestly I’m still a weirdly nervous goober when it comes to being on Tinder. Up until junior year of high school I would cry almost daily. I sort of came into my own in college and had THE BEST TIME of my life. I honestly have no idea how many terrific, or not so terrific, men I could have gotten to know if I’d only paid attention. I decided to tell everyone that made fun of me in the past to, quite literally, fuck off. As we all know my favorite thing in the universe to do is to overthink things (2018 resolutions be damned), she now has me wondering …….
Some of the dumbest shit ever has come out of my mouth during these interviews.
I’m still on the fence as to whether it’s a hookup site or not. Sadly, yes, but it happens very rarely as I usually swing towards the other end of the spectrum and don’t feel a connection with most. So here are the facts: She’s on one site and has had met 1 man this year. While I don’t have one of those dreaded ‘lists’ that I expect men to meet, I DO expect to feel the slightest desire to kiss or be kissed by one of them****go about your days now ❤ So I moved to a new town.
Do I get attached MUCH too quickly to men that I don’t yet really know? And I don’t really have an answer for that these days. ****edited to add: before all the haters out there bash me for being ‘too picky’, I assure you, I’m not.
With a man that I have been messaging with for 2 weeks, which I normally won’t do.
Luckily, or not, this new promise of mine has yet to be tested. It’s actually 10 men that I’ve met since December 31st. I use my humor and self deprecation to never actually answer a question that is posed directly to me. It actually crossed my mind, for a fraction of a millisecond, that if I was one of ‘those’ women, that I could convince myself (and him) that we were a good match. If I was into him, I’m sure I could figure out a way to work around such opposing views, but the fact of the matter is that although he was a terrific guy, I couldn’t imagine ever wanting to kiss him. And protect him from the next woman that will inevitably take advantage of him. And wracking my brain for a nice woman to set him up with! This is the message I got in return to my ‘Hi Random Cute Tinder Guy, killer smile! I was bullied as a kid (and I do NOT take that term lightly). Okay, well, to be honest, I’ve been told that men were hitting on me but for some unknown reason, I am incapable of picking up on clues.
I don’t hang out in the frozen food section of my local grocery store waiting to shove my shopping cart into that of a handsome stranger. I look around and see all types of people from all walks of life coupled up. Now, before anyone opts to blurt out that amazingly infuriating ‘you’ll meet him when you’re not looking’, I think that is a huge load of bullshit and I think it’s a f*ing smug thing to say. My date last night asked me, after listening to me tell him about where I am in life and what my plans are for the future, ‘well, where does a man fit into all of this’ and for the life of me I couldn’t answer. I guess I always assumed that when I met the right man, things would just ‘fit’. 1 I met last night and 1 is currently annoying the hell out of me with text messages. I honestly don’t think it is or that I’m fast tracking anything.