Did anyone watch that show? Sort of along the line of ‘The Dating Game’ (for those old-ish folks out there). Where you can speak to and ask your potential date questions, but you cannot see them. I love it because it forces you to concentrate on who they are as a person and not just on what they look like. Awesome in theory. Wish I could say it’s awesome in reality. It’s not. I’m far from superficial and would much rather date a mediocre looking guy with an amazing heart than a gorgeous guy who’s a douchebag, but there’s no denying it: looks matter. There has to at least be the slightest bit of physical attraction (and hopefully much more than ‘the slightest bit’).
Why do I bring this up? Well that is because E-Harmony is having one of their stellar (and by ‘stellar’ I of course mean ‘shitty’) ‘free weekends’ to communicate with my PERFECT matches! 🙂 Yey me? Oh wait, that’s right. I have yet to find my perfect match on any dating site, much less on that insists on sending me profile of 5’6″ men who live 2 towns over. But I digress. On this half assed ‘communicate for free’ weekend there is a catch. A big one. Actually there’s two. The first is that you can’t just skip right past the annoyingly inane set of multiple canned questions and go straight to the e-mail portion of the game. For that, you’d have to join. Nice. The second is that you can’t see any photos! So basically I’m communicating with people who I have no idea what they look like. They could be bean pole thin or as big as a house. They could have 4 eyes on their forehead. They could be the hottest man alive. They could be the least attractive man alive. They could be posting their mugshots. There’s no way for me to know. I am forced to pay attention only to their stellar use of the english language. Their horrible spelling and grammar. Their silly canned responses. Boo. Don’t get me wrong, I do this anyway, but I’d at least like to also be able to see who I’m dealing with, ya’ know?
Of course, after I whiz through the canned portion of the ‘get to know you’ phase (what? I’m supposed to pay close attention to that stuff?) and am allowed to actually send an e mail, I request a photo be sent to my ‘faux’ e mail address. Totally opening myself up to getting a plethora of creepy pictures of god knows what.
Heaven help me. Or them. Could honestly go either way. 😉