Virgin Territory

Earlier today, I was listening to two friends at lunch talking about all the guys they've met through the world of internet dating. I've never dipped my toe in that pond; I've always considered it a thing for older divorcees looking for a warm body, since my dad's friend showed up with an unannounced guest to my brother's wedding, whom he'd met on a dating site. Mind you, he lived in a different state, was in town for one night, and my brother's 200-person wedding reception was their first and only date. Desperation is not an attractive scent on anyone.

But my friends are cute, normal, smart girls who I don't believe are into older men. Now I'm intrigued by what sorts of men are using these sites. So after lunch, I head back to my desk and sign on to the site they've been using. It allows you to search the....merchandise...for free, so I enter a few quick search settings (Male, Age 26-33, at least 5'8", Non-smoker) and I'm whirled away to a land of single men. In front of me are hundreds of pictures of eligible males that would make the avid Do, Kill, Marry player weak in the knees.

Alright, it's not a shabby crowd, so I decide to sign up. I write up a witty description of myself, post a photo, and it's game on.

Stay tuned.