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I…don’t know…?

mischa girl

I have absolutely no idea how I managed to match with a female but perhaps it’s a sign that I should try switching sides, since the whole heterosexual thing isn’t really working for me. Do you guys think Mischa is a good choice?

Sealing The Deal

A few days ago I was talking to a co-worker about relationships. He asked me if I was interested in being in one and I told him that at the moment, I was content in my singledom and too busy to commit to anything.

I take that answer back.

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Actually, yes…


jessica alba

Well, at least it started off nicely.

I Have A Personality, Too. I Think.

I don’t know if I’m feeling heated right now because of the poor reception of an op-ed piece I co-wrote in my Alma Mater’s newspaper today (one which I still stand behind, and wish people would take a closer look at to see its true meaning) or if it’s because I am just an angry person on the inside, but I am seriously annoyed with a message I received in my inbox this morning.

Exhibit A:

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Of course, I realize this dude probably sends an identical  message to every girl he comes across on Ok Cupid. However, I’m mad about it. I’m done with this kind of treatment.

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Chin Win

I decided to try a little experiment on my Ok Cupid profile this month. While the majority of ladies use their most flattering selfies or head shots as their primary photo, I decided to go against the grain. I wanted to dive deep into the trenches and see what would happen if I put up a picture that defines myself more from the inside than the outside. I wanted a photo that depicted how I really feel and act, rather than how I look with some great makeup and a flattering pose. I wanted to be real (ish). So I made this my new profile picture:


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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.



“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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