Most of you whom I converse with eventually come to the thrilling discovery that I partake in online dating. Although it is becoming more and more popular among the single-tons (and married men) of today, I still continue to get a reaction of shock and horror that I would plant myself amongst the men pretending to be women, the rapists, the repulsively desperates and the troves of internet gamers that balance a Plenty Of Fish conversation as they finish this round of Zelda.
(I assume Zelda is the name of a video game. I am more than okay to be wrong about this, so I won’t even bother to google.)
I’ve been doing it long enough that this reaction is more than expected. So, what are my reasons for submitting myself to appear as a desperate female in search of her Prince Charming?
1. The last thing I want is a Prince Charming. I’ll ride my own white horse, dammit.
2. Shockingly, the above statement cancels out dating a lot of folks who generally want the conventional boy/girl, saviour/savee relationship.
3. However, this decisiveness on my part is convenient in that I know what I’m not looking for.
4. The next portion of this logic is that once one has come to this conclusion, the smart thing to do would be to carry a large sign around the busiest intersection reading something like: LOOKING FOR PRINCE CHARMING’S ALTER EGO (theoretically). But, perhaps you may not be approached by the person you want to be approached by. They may also think you clinically unwell.
5. The internet provides you with a directory of single people. Allowing for one to flip through pages of personalities and faces until you fall upon one that intrigues you.