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the thing with online dating - Aug 12 2010

as most of you know from my constant whining about it, i have been (an unhappy) single for years now and i decided to give online dating another chance. my last take on it dates back more than two years, so maybe the world has changed since then. but it has not, except for the fact that most of the providers are more expensive now.

i have always been uneasy about online dating. i thought it was for people who could not get a partner "in the wild" for obvious reasons, either they were fat and/or ugly, mentally disturbed or some serious disorders. i thought of it as the storage track for the hopeless. now, if you have a problem with weight or bad skin or whatever, i wonder why you would choose a platform where users are encouraged to base their choice on your photograph - and for the most part, solely on that. men don't read every profile, they choose the one with the hottest pictures and then maybe quickly look over the profile if she has kids or likes football. nobody reads "i am funny, outgoing, love music and dance", nor does anyone believe a word in what is written there. if it were true, if they were as funny as they all claimed or as outgoing as they have written down, why the hell would they register - and pay quite a bunch. it does not make sense. maybe i am just frustrated because my picture got rated 3.3 of 10. on the other hand, i bet a lot of girls don't consider themselves a 3.x either and i could pinpoint their flaws with one eye closed. the thing is, you don't really get into a discussion or even a conversation, you just get rated, mostly by your appearance alone. if i wanted that, i could just present myself on the streets of my home town.

i also wonder how those matching algorithms work. i entered my expectations as general as i could, good education, nonsmoker, age, etc. i did not make a single restriction on how she should look like or even where in germany she lives. now look what my results are. friendscout thinks i am unmatchable. this is so funny, if i were a pessimist, i would see my assumption confirmed that i had for years. too bad i am a pessimist.

there are always the free platforms. free registration, free chatting with members, sadly not free of advertising. too bad you can spot the fakes from miles away, standard pictures, generic text, photoshop... oh photoshop. only professionals should use you. the results are so laughable if the average wannabe-thin girl or wannagetrich-scammernerd rapes you, it seriously hurts. plastic dolls without pores. shadows that don't match the body's shape. strange colors and artifacts. blurry spots. oh my. where were i. free platforms. they sound good in theory. but once you are there, it's the lowest of the low, filled with advertising, fakes, and you will get scam mails. "wanna meet me - visit this website (suspicious link) to download images". even funnier, i found profilies of people i actually know in real life, now compare their profile texts with the real human - delightful.

in the end, i found a long lost tiny piece of self respect and canceled my membership on all of those sites. did i learn anything from the experience? appearance is key, in the real world as in cyberspace. everybody lies about themselves. i am unmatchable. looks like i have to make plan b work: get rich and successful and find someone when i am in my mid-forties. boy this is sad.