In going out on dates with over 100 guys, I have met some socially-questionable and awkward people. Trent was the first guy that I encountered that I really thought was insane. I am still not convinced that he didn’t escape from a local mental hospital just so he could Read more


I like to think of myself as a girl that is not completely and totally obsessed with appearance – a bad haircut is not going to repel me – but sometimes looks do matter and, in the case of Adam, I was not just simply unattracted to him but Read more

Wild John - The Retirement

Certain mind-control techniques and a massive amount of charm need to attributed to Wild John because I hopped right back on his motorcycle, almost perished once again on the return trip over the West Seattle Bridge and even agreed to keep seeing him. Looking back I can almost be Read more

Wild John Part II

  When Wild John offered me the chance to ride in the ‘Batmobile’ I knew it was probably a dangerous idea but I was also thrilled to take a ride with a superhero. When would I get that chance again? What followed was the most exciting car experience of my Read more

Wild John Part I

One of the hardest things to manage while being an online dater is remembering which details belong to which guy. It was rare that I actively dated more than three guys at once but, even then, trying to remember who had a masters degree and who had never been Read more

A Guest Post From ‘Single Girl Blogging’!

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Not Everyone is Going to Like You

 Ooh, harsh words, huh? I bet your momma never told you that, did she? Oh, heavens no. Momma said, “Oh, poopsie, you’re so wonderful and special, anyone would be crazy not to love you!”

Listen, I’m sure Momma means well and everything, but she’s seeing you through her extremely biased mom glasses and is generally just blowing sunshine up your ass.

A Guest Post From J.Y. Blind!

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Short Guys Need not Apply

I think back to the beginning of this online-dating journey, trawling the women’s profiles and getting quite frustrated. My frustration wasn’t for a lack of beautiful candidates. Nor was it for lack of resources to show them a good time. The problem came between finding the girl and going out with her. To be more specific, it was namely the women’s profile preference section where they outlined their “type” of guy—this is what ruffled my feathers. Most women dream of a knight in shining armor, Prince Charming, aka Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome. And of all the varying characteristics these ideal model men may have, the one constant is their height. Read more

Two Guest Posts From Veronica!

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Date #1:

I love a man in a uniform!  Something about a disciplined man with a crisp suit and badges drives me crazy (in a good way).  When the opportunity presented itself for me to go out on a date with one, I jumped at it.  Anything for my country, right? Read more

A Guest Post From Mike!

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When is a good time to tell your new online girlfriend you robbed dozens of banks and did time in prison? Depends on the girl.

In 1987, as a senior at the University of Washington I suffered a severe knee injury playing basketball. And soon after was injured again in a serious car accident. Within a few months I was addicted to prescription pain medication. During five years of intense addiction I graduated, entered the workforce, and got married without anyone knowing I was getting high all day every day on pills. Eventually the habit was so expensive and addled my brain to the point that I turned to crime. By late 1993 I was divorced and living alone as a fugitive in San Diego. It was then I decided to put things back together. I kicked the drugs and drove back to Seattle to turn myself in to the FBI. Read more

A Guest Post from J.Y. Blind!

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When Is Enough Enough?

I’m growing weary of this emotional roller coaster called online dating. I often wonder if this whole journey has been a mistake. Not that I’m not meeting women—I am, but they turn out to be no more than cerebral one-night stands. I’ve gotten past the second date numerous times, but obviously, there have been no real connections; otherwise, I would not be writing this now. With the availability of all these women and my strikeout rate still at .000, I have to start looking at myself as the reason I’m alone. Read more