I showed up that evening with the female friend I’d brought along as wing woman and handed my shirt (which I’d zipped into a plastic sandwich bag) over at check-in.
I watched a woman write a big black 132 on the outside of the bag and was told that I needed to remember that this was my number.
But face to face, your “hottie” is a boring dud who can’t put two sentences together. And what do they expect their “match” to do when they meet them? ” Here’s an example of what some of the profiles might include: HIS Screen name: Mr.
HERS Screen name: Real Fox — oops I mean, Real Lox I snore. Whether you’re at a party or a bar, on a blind date or on “Don’t-give-up-even-if-you’re-homely.com” — someday you’ll meet them and happily ride off into the sunset together.
— My interests are cross-country skiing, the opera and the symphony. So you’re wondering: Would anyone ever want to meet someone on my Truth-in-Advertising website? The myriad of women who aren’t tall, blonde, blue-eyed, silicone-breasted beauties. Not to mention all the gals and guys who auditioned for “Extreme Makeover,” “Average Joe,” “The Swan” and “The Biggest Loser” — but didn’t get on.