Hit Me With Your Best Shot

With the exception of a blind date, you usually know what a person looks like before agreeing to a social outing. It's only smart to make sure you're at least attracted to that person's initial appearance before going on a date with them. So why do I feel so guilty for asking a guy to send me a photo of himself before saying yes to dinner this weekend?

I mean, what do you do if you get his photo, and realize he was smart to just post that one photo his mom took of him at the top of a mountain...when she was at the bottom?

Case in point: Dr. Zhicago only had a few photos on his profile, and 2 were from the side and 2 were from several paces back. So far he seemed really nice, but I had to wonder why he didn't have any just normal, up-close looking-right-at-the-camera pictures. It's not like he can stand 30 feet away from me our entire date (maybe that's why he suggested tennis).

After hearing my aunt's theory that Dr. Z strategically placed photos on his profile that would be untraceable by the cops when they came looking for my abducter, I cringed and asked him for an up-close shot of his face. After a few days without a reply, I started to think my aunt was right and I'd dodged my milk carton debut.

Well, this morning I signed on to find a message and photo in my inbox from Dr. Z. And he's really cute. So I agreed to meet him this weekend and gave him my number.

Here's to blatant superficiality.