I signed up for OkCupid the other night on a lark, figuring I could get some free blog material. (Example: One of the body types you can choose is “used up?!” Are you fucking serious?)
But I didn’t want to really DO it, so I didn’t add photos — who’s going to initiate contact without knowing what I look like?
Oh. Well, some dude, that’s who — I got a message this morning.
Pfft. I’m amazing. (Or he’s desperate. But I’m sticking with “amazing.”)