It all started back in September. I was sitting on the floor of my living room with one of my female friends, moping around and exchanging stories of prior man troubles we both had experienced.
Somehow we ended up migrating to the computer and browsed some profiles of men on a few popular dating websites. Neither of us signed up for any of the dating services at the time. We just agreed that men weren't worth the trouble and we abandoned the effort. But that wasn't to say that the gears didn't begin spinning around in my head the next day, and the next day after that, and the whole next week after that.
I was taking classes at the time, up at the State University College at Oneonta, so I inevitably found the concept of browsing the websites to be a brilliant new procrastination technique for those times when homework was calling my name.
It didn't take long before I jumped right in, paying the subscription fee to use the full features of eHarmony.
Since photos of people mean squat to me, I was gauging my interest in people by what they wrote in their profiles. I was pretty disgusted at how most profiles said the same exact things as every other profile. The lack of originality was unbelievable. I also found it ironic how some people claimed to have a lively personality and wonderful sense of humor but had a profile drier than a bad case of cotton mouth.
Somehow, though, that didn't stop me from faithfully getting on the website every single day. I held out hope and was determined to find the minority of men who could translate their personality into words.
With persistence, I did end up finding and conversing with some really interesting people. It was not only fun, but captivating.