Matchmaker. Matchmaker , Make Me a... This Kinda Blows.

So, last night I was a combination of videpressed and bored. This can be dangerous.

I decided that if I had a boyfriend and I was depressed after finishing a vid, he'd take me to a movie and rub my feet and that sounded not terrible. Also - I need to remember that Vividcon is coming and Sid hates the kennel. So, I ended up registering at Match.com and OMG, this is a hoot. Seriously - funny as hell.

Every username I tried came up as already taken until the incredibly lovely tzikeh suggested the perfect fix and ta da! I was off and trawling for men!

Well, except first I had to tell them about myself and here I must confide in y'all. I am not down with the personnel ad lingo. I mean - I understand how it works, I just think it is pathetic and lame. That much earnestness in search of booty should be illegal. I can't hack it. Also, I am pretty certain I just can't handle having a picture up, and if you have a picture up, then no one reads your profile. So - I am doing a social experiment and campaigning solely on the strength of my personality.

Here is the jist of me behind the cut. And hee - jist( Read more... )