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Online dating is a wasteland. Sure, there may statistically be plenty of fish in the sea, but sorting the fish from the sharks, so to speak, and standing out myself is just as difficult as ever. Everybody has their own ways of handling this, and I'm no different.
Every reply I get I treat reverently, though I'm not the type of guy (or have the sort of profile) that gets propositioned often or frequently.
Browncoat indeed! You've certainly got me pegged. I give you a B+ in horribleness and an A+ in hats. Where do you get those things?
To start with, I thought like a dandelion rather than a mammal: I put myself out there, everywhere. One account per network, and they all got the same username so anybody else doing the same thing would feel less deceived when they stumbled over me.
I did have what I considered my primary account, what fell on my preferred network, and posted that on my alternate profiles, but some people had their preferences and I never asked them to change.
Nice hat. It makes you look younger, though that's probably not something you need. Do you think it might have the same effect on me? Thanks for the book recommendations, I'll definitely take a look.
Secondly, I let my tastes and search preferences broaden. This was a natural process that would have happened regardless as I aged, but I mentally prepared myself for it early. For example, though I didn't want children for myself, I was more open towards chatting and growing close to those who did. I made it clear I wasn't prepared for a parental role, but that might be less of a deterrant than you might think.
Wow, you make them? That's so cool. I'd love for you to make one for me, but perhaps you better measure my head yourself.
And thirdly, I really put myself out there. Every message was tailored to my target--that's the way it's supposed to be, but it seems to get passed up more often as of late. With the advent of the internet, it's become so much easier to have stock messages and a limited book of pick-up lines--which was another thing I didn't subscribe to.
You're too kind. No, really. That's fantastic though: a guy who cooks and sews. What's left for us womenfolk to do? I'm teasing, of course. I'd love to have you over for dinner. Well, food for dinner, and if you're lucky, you for dessert.
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