Online dating is a new secret trend that is popping up everywhere. We all know at least one person who met their significant other on a dating site, and chances are, most single men and woman have been more than a bit curious about it. The problem is everyone who is on a dating site is so in secrecy. No one wants to admit they turned to Plenty Of Fish (my dating site of choice for this social experiment) to find a relationship until they actually find one. And where does that leave us? How are the rest of the single people supposed to know about the world of online dating if we only ever here the success stories long after you’ve closed your account? That’s where I come in. Being a single person myself and having a slow couple of months in the romance department, after a lot of thought and a little convincing from my best friend, I decided to dive into the world of online dating and get some firsthand experience and stories. And let me tell you, POF did not disappoint.
I had a few simple rules when talking to guys on this site: no phone numbers or personal information until I had met them, I drive myself to the dates, and I pick where we go. Easy, simple, yet surprisingly hard to keep. I broke my first rule a few times, although held my ground many, many more –I believe that makes up for a few lapses in judgment. In my month and a half on POF, I received a grand total of roughly 363 messages. Unfortunately, probably more than half of these messages went unanswered –I have a job and friends and TV to watch, I didn’t have time for that. But of the few dozen that I did, I obtained quite an archive of stories. The main point of said archive, let’s not forget, is to expose the true essence of online dating, in all its glory and hideousness, so that curious and unsuspecting single men and women, like myself, know exactly what they’re getting into. So to protect the privacy of the gems I write about and the integrity of my research, I’m not using any real names, usernames, or anything too specific. I say to people’s weird and questionable quirks to each your own, although some of them should keep their own to themselves.
The adventure that was online dating came with more than a few bumps in the road, a few blows to my ego and –most importantly –a long list of interesting and humorous stories. And if nothing else, I am lover of good comedy. My tales can be split up into three categories: the good, the bad, and the oh so ugly. We’ll talk about the good last, because that’s not really the fun part, now is it? And here’s the difference between the bad and the ugly: the bad is funny, the ugly is funny and kind of insulting –ok, sometimes really insulting. I’m also a lover of organization so I’ve grouped my good, bad, and ugly stories into subcategories to help minimize repetitive tales that, yet different, sometimes sound the same. So sit back, relax, and take the next few weeks to laugh a little more than you should at my trials and tribulations on Plenty Of Fish.
TO BE CONTINUED... don't want to ruin all the fun in just one post, now do I? 
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