People have been asking me about this, so I guess I’ll address it:
In case you’re wondering, yes, I am still single, and I still have active accounts at various dating sites. On one, I have gone through 234 matches in the last seven months. That’s right, I did the math. You’d think the law of averages would take effect at some point here. Or the thing about a million monkeys at a million typewriters eventually producing the works of Shakespeare. I mean, come on fate, throw me a bone here.
Although, when I think of a million monkeys in one room, typing away, all that comes to mind is how unbearable the smell must be.
Anyway, I’m still looking. When I find her, I promise you’ll be the first to know.
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Hi there.
I’m Sam.
I’m 30 and live in the midwest. I’ve got a lot going for me — a great education, a stable job, a house I own, a great group of friends, a loving and supportive family, and what I’m pretty sure would be the world’s greatest dog, if such things were quantifiable. Now, don’t get me wrong — I’m not perfect. I drive a very well-worn pickup truck (midwest, remember?), I earn a modest salary, and like many Americans, I’m overweight. But that’s an issue to be discussed at a later time.
Oh yeah, and I’m single.
I’ve been in relationships, but nothing has seemed to stick. Well, not for more than six months, that is. One could make the argument that there is one common factor in all of these unsuccessful relationships — me. And I’m not going to deny that. I have been present for all of these failed relationships. And the problem might be me. But maybe that’s not such a bad thing… I believe standards are important. And I’m not talking about superficial standards, such as breast size and hair color. I’m talking about the less-tangible things. Things like being gainfully employed, having an education, and living someplace other than the parents’ house. Those are the three biggies for me, and everyone I date has to meet those criteria. I don’t think those are unreasonable requirements for getting past the gatekeeper to my heart.
God that’s cheesy. But yet, it’s true.
Like most people my age — those born in that murky area between generations X and Y known as the middle of the Carter administration — technology has become an integral part of my life. And as you know, technology is being utilized by single people everywhere (myself included) to meet that special someone.
I have a not-insignificant number of friends who have met their boyfriends, girlfriends, and even spouses on various dating sites. I know that these things work. Or at least they can.
I also know that any jackass can put something on the internet. Case in point: this blog. But I digress. What I’m getting at is that there are a lot of people on these sites. A LOT of people. Some of these people are wonderful, loving, caring, considerate, drama-free individuals.
At least I assume that some of them are. I have yet to meet any of them.
And even if I did meet one of those wonderful people, this blog is not about them.
No, this blog is about everyone else with whom I have crossed paths when online dating turns into real-world dating.
Please note that the stories I tell here are true. The names and some identifying details have been changed to protect those who are (or are not) innocent.