"There Are More Normal Guys on Match"

Dear friends,

I have taken the plunge into the deep end. After another week's passing (another week that brings me closer to being dateless at my brother's wedding) I decided it was time to plunge into the cold, deep pool known as Match.com. I have no one to blame but myself for this bold move (and perhaps CJ, who managed to convince me that "There are more normal guys on Match.").

Whether she is correct about this remains to be seen. But I'm on, and I have committed to 3 months. The part of me that is ridiculously optimistic said "Oh, you don't need 6 months! Surely you'll have met someone before then!". (This is the part of me that has selective memory). The part of me that's a cold hard pragmatist said "Sister, you need every month you can get. Remember how you've done this twice before? Those little 3-month stints didn't do you much good, 'CAUSE YOU ARE BACK FOR MORE. Mwah, hah, hah."

Who did I listen to? Um, the optimist. Obviously. Denial ain't just a river in Egypt, and it's alive and well in sunny LA.

I need to interject a little update here about my Hot Subletter...I *did* get a text from him a couple days ago declaring me "Best surrogate wife EVER" and "sweet" and "a badass", which of course I ate up like a molten chocolate cake. I mean, I can't get enough of hearing that (and "I miss you") from him. But he's still in New York, we're still not having a long-distance relationship, and online dating is KEEPING ME MOVING FORWARD. I feel like I could totally end up hanging up my hat for my Hot Subletter, and I need to put that off as long as possible. While his words give me a sugar high off this metaphorical molten chocolate cake, I need to wait to see if he can provide a whole meal, if ya know what I'm saying. So...prove it to me baby, and I'll take my profile off Match like a hot potato. But until that moment, I AM ON.

Wish me luck. There are already multiple freaks and geeks sending me messages. In the words of Liz Lemon, "Blargh."

Love,

Foodie Gal