February 16, 2013
I wish I could say the online dating thing was fun while it lasted, but if I did, I'd be lying as much as the shmucks do in their profiles. It was a sinkhole, a cesspool, a morass of assholes (morassholes) with too much time and pud on their hands. Even the schlubbiest of them, dressed like it's still 1991 with the social skills of a nine-year-old thinks he's "the shit", a cherished commodity, a prize, a trophy, a shooting star because he's in the New York City area where the single guys outnumber the single girls. No, thank you.