Guest Post #1: Hot Blonde Friend

As I’ve been writing post after post for this blog, many of my friends have come out of the woodwork with tales of their own online dating failures. The braver ones have offered to write guest posts about dates gone wrong. The following is the first of this series, written by an anonymous close friend of mine who resembles a hot blonde model from the midwest. She isn’t one, but as she’ll tell you, it’s the looks that count.

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FROM THE HOT BLONDE:

“I think the weirdest thing about the online dating game is that it’s so looks-based and it makes me feel incredibly shallow. When I think back to the guys I had a thing for/with in college, and I imagine their faces popping up on OK Cupid, I realize that I probably wouldn’t have messaged them back, based on looks. These guys were attractive enough, but what sold me on them was their non-physical attributes. I met these guys in classes, through friends, through clubs—places where a date wasn’t the first thing we jumped to. Because of this I actually got to know them first, and non-physical attributes and/or status on campus made up for their lack of resemblance to Brad Pitt.

Conversely, when it comes to looking at profiles online it’s hard to get a sense of who someone really is from reading their responses. You like to travel? No shit, doesn’t everyone? You, too, are in the film industry? In Los Angeles? How unique! You also like “trying new restaurants” and “attending concerts?” Every single profile seems generic after reading ten of them, and because of this, looks start to trump all. 

I went on one date with a few months ago who seemed cute based on his pictures, which made up for the lack of interesting material in his profile. We met at a sports bar to watch a college football game, which is pretty much my ideal first date. However, as soon as I got to the bar, I realized his photos were not accurate in the least. J, let’s call him, who claimed to be 5-11, was actually about 5-7. His photos had also managed to hide his beer gut and MAN BOOBS. Seriously, he had bigger breasts than me. The entire date my eyes kept wandering to the American Eagle logo resting right above his left moob.

Even though the conversation was fine, the first look killed that first date for me. I couldn’t even focus on what he was saying. I even tried to give it another try with a second date but it was no use, I was never going to be attracted to J. I saw him as a potential boyfriend before I got to know him as a person, and as a potential boyfriend his moobs were too much to handle. I felt bad. Maybe, if I had met him under different circumstances things would have been different. I just hope someone does the kid a favor and buys him lite beer and a training bra for Hanukkah.”

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One response to “Guest Post #1: Hot Blonde Friend

  1. Pingback: Guest Post #2: My Feisty High School Friend | Ok, Stupid

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