'ef eharmony - part duex

so, if you've been following along, eharmony and i had a bit of a run in - they basically told me i was unworthy of procreation. so...instead of joining eharmony out of the gate, i went to the next best thing, to what the guy who told me to use eharmony said was just for those looking to get laid...match.com. i figured if i wasn't supposed to procreate, i should at least have some fun.

so i meet a few guys - some seem a little off, yes, match.com does take anything unlike it's superior sister site. i had one guy that emailed me and was like - do you have any hot friends. what the ef? seriously?

then there was the guy that was so not attractive, and not just in "not my type" sorta way, but in, wow - sadly you'll have kids and they might look like you kinda way - and he emails me and is like, i think we should go out. so, in proper match-up form, i take a look at his profile, just because the fact that he thought i was in his league appalled me. ok, this is the part where you just go, hmmm...

his profile says that he doesn' t believe in monogamy. he thinks it is a social creation and that we are meant to have sex with as many people as possible. first reaction, hmmm...and you emailed me because?.....

in the meantime, in this technological day and age, i got around eharmony's fortress of questions by creating a new email and password and lying on my application...suddenly, i was acceptable (first clue this stuff is effed up). why you ask - well, because i needed to see what wouldn't accept me in the first place - yes, there is a lot of freudian issues there, my shrink and i are working on them.

pooches and pinots

i arrived back at my house tonight and had to wait on the ladies of the block - pooch walking and wine drinking. yup, goblet in hand, leash in the other...wandering the neighborhood. so, i guess today's single older woman no longer requires cats, just a pooch and some pinot? and the fact that they both had on velour track suits, and make-up, officially frightened me into fearing the inevitable - i may be alone...though invested in good make-up, and hopefully good wine...and therefore somewhat happy down the neighborhood path. just one question...where the hell did they stuff the poo bag?