Woman seeking Man

Woman seeking man to give her a good romp...
Woman seeking man to have a decent conversation...
Woman seeking man to listen to her bitch...
Woman seeking man to compliment her...
Woman seeking man to romp him...
Woman seeking man to show off to gal pals...
Woman seeking man to change and mold...
Woman seeking man to drink beer with...
Woman seeking man to rub her feet...
Woman seeking man not to break her heart...
Woman seeking man to love her...
Woman seeking man to fall in love ...
Woman seeking man.
Simple enough, huh?
Yet it lies in the details
Woman seeking a man who is educated.
Woman seeking a man who is tall, dark, and handsome
Woman seeking man who can make me have a real orgasm
Woman seeking man who watches Grey's Anatomy and hates sports
Woman seeking man who doesn't look at other girls
Woman seeking man who has a steady job and will spoil her
Woman seeking man who wants to get married soon
Woman seeking man who wants to have children as soon as they're married
Woman seeking man with accent
Woman seeking man with Brad Pitt's body
Woman seeking man with George Clooney's smile
Woman seeking man that is a non-smoker and loves dogs
Woman seeking man that can actually read a novel (not a graphic novel but a novel)
Woman seeking man that loves romantic comedies and hates cars...etc.etc.
Why are we so damn picky? Why can't we just deal with a guy who well is just a guy. Who cares if he is obsessed with sports or you hates the music he listens to or they don't ever want to get married. Why do we care if they like our friends? Why do we care if they have an accent or love dogs? We are never satisfied, I'm sure there are a lot of men out there that are complete sweethearts, who would never in a million years hurt me but I will never date them because they don't know who Modest Mouse is or have never read Kafka. Why do we do this to ourselves?
Why do we look for someone who is our "perfect match" when we know we will never be satisfied?
If I ever wrote a Woman seeking man it would say:
Woman seeking man who will tolerate craziness, obsession and true love. Someone who is completely up to do anything on a whim and isn't scared if plans change. Seeking a partner who voices opinions and listens to mine. Someone who loves coffee and staying up late to chat. Someone who loves dogs especially mine and would never dump me if I were to leave town for a job. Someone to compliment me every single day and isn't a smoker. Someone who is ready to fall in love...
Yeah, its a little detailed but so am I.

match.com the end to all romance

I was encouraged by a friend to join an online dating site. He said it was the best thing to do to meet people outside your circle of friends. After dating my "best friend" for over a year and going to school that only has 2000 students I was ready to move outside the close circle and reach the vast outside of the world wide web. So I tried a free dating site and then I gave up on that and decided to invest in something that at least is nationally recognized. I joined the most generic dating site in the world: match.com.
I have been on match.com for over a month now and I have met some interested people. It feels nice to get a wink although if someone would wink at me in real life and they didn't talk to me afterwords I would be a little upset. Online flirting is kind of a creepy mess. I mean they should have a bad pick up line for every time someone is interested in you like "is that a mirror in your pants because I can see myself in them?" That is exactly how I feel when someone winks me on match.com.
So match.com decides that it can match you up with people that are uniquely compatible with you. For example, ximena_c and greatinbed2200 are a great fit because you exercise 3 to 4 times a week and so does greatinbed2200. But match.com you are matching me up with greatinbed2200, his username in itself is a key indicator this guy is a jerk. Match.com what are you doing?
Anyway I stopped reading dudes profiles I just look at the pictures. The only way I know how to explain match.com is like shopping for shoes online. Sure I can find a pair of badass kicks but are they going to be comfortable and are they actually going to look like the ones in the picture? Most importantly are they going to pay for my dinner or are they going to ruin my feet?
These are such important questions that match.com doesn't put into consideration when they decide to match me up with greatinbed2200 who i'm sure is more like mediocreinbedandwillcry aftersex. The point is that I don't even bother looking at my winks or at people's profiles who I'm sure put in a lot of effort to make themselves stand out. It is so normal to be on these online dating sites that I'm not afraid to tell people where I've met the guys I've been on dates with and the jerks who never emailed me back.
Right now match.com hasn't found me anyone who has 15 ways of compatibility and even if they do they're completely creepy. I also haven't been on any dates that I have been wowed by and the one guy I was interested in was well, "just not that into me." So maybe instead of looking for my perfect match on match.com today, I'll go shoe shopping instead...

So I hate blogs but at this point I'm a contradiction to everything I stand for. I hate people but I'm a Hospitality major. I want to live alone but I now have 2 roommates. I hate being single but I'm pretty much alone. Everything seems to be unravelling at the seams. But everyday I have a bright and shiny attitude that even sickens me.

So about 2 months ago my perfect existence seemed to vanish right in front of me. In an instant I was homeless (don't worry I'm staying with friends in an amazing high rise), boyfriendless (don't worry I'm already on Match.com) and reading self-help books (don't worry I have a library card and a borders gift card). So why is it so hard to come back from a break up?

I really don't understand how a girl that is 22 years old, totally smart, funny and just out going can be in this much pain right now? I mean I hate feeling sorry for myself and I really hate when other people feel sorry for me but fuck when do I get a break.

I think that's why I hate blogs...self pity makes me sick.

so enough about this lets get down to why I had one of those FML moments today. Well if you aren't familiar with FML it stands for Fuck My Life which has recently become a daily ritual for me to say. I hate people that have it on their facebook...So and So...FML! I mean really everyone has a shitty day but do you really have to put that as your status...really?!

So my day started like any other day with an epiphany of why I hate my ex. It was like a slap of reality we had NOTHING in common. He loves sports, I couldn't give a rat's ass about sports. I love alternative indie music. He loves metal. I read about 6 or 7 books in the year and half we were together. I don't know if he even read a 12 page story book I bought him. Regardless the list goes on and on but for some reason I stayed with him for a year and half...beats me.

So far not a bad day, makes you feel good to just realize your life was joke from time to time. So on the bus ride to school I get texts from my 2 "future" roommates about cosigners and leasing agreements and I haven't had coffee and I'm wearing my white shades trying to be as cool as I possibly can in my pink flannel plaid shirt. So finally we realize we need to calm down and get this done today and life goes on as usual me working at the coffee bar and attending class 10 minutes late and adding to a debate I know little about but I try. Again not so bad...so there's a guy I've been talking to from yeah...Match.com and we went on 2 dates and well they were exactly what I needed: eccentric, clever, and a bit strange. I was so enthused a guy actually wanted to talk to me I think I might have gotten clingy...God, I hate being clingy. We had these weird conversations today that i knew what they were going to attest to but I still was my nonchalant self and didn't give it any importance. So heres where my FML moment comes into play: Figure 1.0 dumps me! Yeah, we weren't even a couple and he dumps me. He says I don't want to lead you on and I don't want to persue your friendship. Seriously! REALLY! OMG!FML! LOL...I can't believe it! That is life. Well that's my life...