$2175 for a one-way ticket from Italy.

Sally and I are going out on Friday. We’ll be sparkly and have coats with no items worth potentially stealing. This whole dating (or lack their of) is quite the social experiment. Oh that Sally. She suggested another dating website to me. This one is so complex. There’s instant messaging, and boxes popping up at me. The boxes are people I don’t want to talk to, but they just won’t stop talking. It provides a compatibility percentage. These people assume just because I answered a few questions about flag burning, intelligence, and other political questions that we are a match. We are so not a match.

I got into a horrible conversation with a guy tonight. Let me start off with the fact that the conversation was not my choice. I’m not even in a bad mood, but the guy was on my last nerve. I asked how he was doing to be cordial. He starts telling me how he is so lonely, and lives in a house all by his lonesome. Apparently when it gets dark outside he gets frightened. He wishes he had a girl in his bed with him. Blah, blah, blah. Really? Let me mention this guy believes in chivalry. I was irritated by his “I’m scared” bit, and said “Are you really trying to tell me I should want to date a grown man afraid of being in his own house?”. I know, I’m sorry readers. I’m currently trying to rein in my sarcasm. It gets worse! He starts calling me names which is not chivalrous! He called me a loser! Which I just could not believe. He called me a “wierdo”, and I told him he spelled the word wrong. I had to! He called me some other names, and then said he wanted to start the conversation over because we shouldn’t give up on our compatibility. I said, politely this time, no thank you especially after all the choice words he had for me. I explained that I hoped he found what he was looking for. Then he called me a pinhead! Uh… This is how 26 year olds act these days? As I’m typing this I have found an incredibly nasty message sent by him. Sir, you have officially been blocked.

I know I can be sarcastic, and some people are not ok with that. I am a nice person though. All of my friends will vouch for me. I will under no circumstances deal with being called names. This guy didn’t even know me, and he was calling me some nasty things. Loser and weirdo (ooops… wierdo), were just the beginning of it. I want to find someone to go out with, not someone to be berated by.

Still no word from stunning musician guy… I did find out that one of my good friends has played at some of the same gigs as stunning musician guy in the past. It is a small world (after all). I asked if he had heard of stunning musician guy’s name, and then eventually it clicked that I was asking him about stunning musician guy from the blog. Hurray for people actually reading this!

It has been slow on the website where people do not say nasty things to me. It appears that I’ve had some success in talking to the foreign guys. I’m moving to Europe. Even the Europeans with only a high school education have absolutely no typos in their profiles. It’s ridiculously impressive. I’ve been conversing with an Italian guy. He has crazy beautiful long dark curls. He also happens to look identical to a certain current cast member from the Broadway musical Hair. They could be twins! The Italian hippie said he had been in LA recently, but didn’t like how vapid everyone was. I told him he should check out the Midwest. He asked if it was an invitation, and I said it was a strong suggestion in the very least. How much do plane tickets from Italy to Wisconsin go for on Expedia?

Update: A guy just asked how long I've been looking for a serious relationship. The funniest thing is I'm not seeking really anything. If someone is interesting, well, then I guess they are interesting. This is the first time in a while that I don't feel awful about being the single girl. Yet here I am on these dating websites. Why am I doing this? Oh yeah, New Year's resolution. Last year was to be fearless, and this year is to date.

-SJ