Thursday, March 6, 2008

I hate match.com

So I just paid off some money on my credit card so I can have some mulah in Savannah and it keeps getting declined. I check it out and it's FUCKING match.com. Arghh. I never get emails and would have sworn I'd canceled months ago. That's the worst. It's over $100. That blows.
I have a friend who's the queen of match. They couldn't get enough of her and she's gotten 2 boyfriends out of it. I have another friend who hates it too and told me to go somewhere where I'm the queen. It's totally not match.com and it made me feel so bad about myself I could see why people would lie about themselves. I didn't which is why I believe no one wants to talk to me. It's like being in public high school in the suburbs. I went to private school in the city. I'm not equipped to play the reindeer games needed.

I hate match.com because:
1) I have yet to get an email from anyone other than my brother and an ex boyfriend.
2) The only people who look at me (not talk to me) have so lowered their standards I'm supposed to have done the same. AND THEY STILL DON'T WANT TO TALK TO ME!!!
3) Dude- You're totally not 37. I'm 33 and if you're 37 the severity of your life isn't something I want to share.
4) I'm an international lover. Just because I'm black don't just give me the old fat black guys and the cast off old fat white cats. It's not right. I'm a pretty girl with a good head on her shoulders.
5) I want to continue to love and respect myself. Match wasn't helping me do this. (Watch me get a boyfriend in the next few months and have to eat crow. Fantastic! I love crow.)

Now I'm determined to email anyone who's looked at me to totally screw up whatever numbers or statistics they keep.