Biggest mistake EVER

I would like to apologize to anyone who cares (probably just Liz at this point) that I haven't blogged lately. Ironically, I've quite a bit of exiciting stuff (via my estimation) going on, I was just sick and then, you know, lazy.

ANYWAY, my top news is that I have taken the plunge and joined match.com. Why, you ask? I can hear it now, "Meg! You're so awesome! Remember that time you were in a bad mood and gave me the look of doom? That was so romantic! I can't believe you're not dating anyone!"

I KNOW. But, life has taken it's delicate little turns and here we all are. Me sans a bf but with a bff, and some lucky man sans 2 insane cats and my personal insight on that movie Electra, and I'm still not sure where those 2 hours went. It's like my life just vanished because the movie was so bad.

Well, let me just say that I must look amazing on paper because guys have been "winking all over me", as Richard says. There's a couple of interesting prospects, but what I find most fascinating is that, despite my age range limitations (23-30), I get 35 year olds and over contacting me all the time. Why would a guy that old want to date a 24 year old? I am not looking to get married. In theory, we should be at such different places in life that we would explode if we ever came within 10 feet of each other. Yesterday I imed some 31 year old guy because I refused to call him on the phone. To be fair, I really hate the phone except for conversations with a select few people, so that guy can suck it. At any rate, the conversation was the iming equivalent of ramming my face repeatedly into the wall. A recreation below:

Me: So what's your favorite kind of music?
Him: I have a game we can play. (emoticon)
Me: Um, super.
Him: It's a variation of 20 questions, but really we just switch off questions and we both have to answer. (emoticon)
Me: Yokay. I'll go first. What kind of music do you like?
Him: Everything. Okay now you answer. (emoticon)
Me: No, really, what kind of stuff do you listen to, what are your favorite bands, etc.?
Him: I like cultural stuff...
Me: Cultural how? For example, what are some of your favorite bands?
Him: There's just too many to list lol (emoticon)
Me: Why don't you try to toss out a few.

You get the picture. Like pulling teeth. And trust me when I say it doesn't get any better. So online dating is not everything it could be, but I suppose it doesn't matter since I didn't really stop to think about it too much. Here's the problem with this whole situation: I am sooooooo uncomfortable with this setup of emailing people and then knowing that they're probably lying to you in some manner. I am the most unromantic person I have ever met so it's hard to invent this ideal relationship before I've even met the guy. And when I do consider meeting people, there's always the worry that I'll just waste that hour of my life. On the flip side of the coin, I've gotten really good at subtley inserting self defeating comments into preliminary conversations such as "White people suck!" and "Christmas is the only holiday worth celebrating!" and "The Midwest is whitest and most intolerant part of the world I've ever seen!" Do I believe these things? Not really, no. Well except for the bit about Christmas. Although now that I think about it I'm recalling the various high points of Labor Day, but that is a discussion for another time.