A few weeks ago, I saw two newish online dating sites mentioned on the Twitter. I say newish because I’m too lazy to look up when they went live.
One is called Tawkify. It supposedly helps you find a date based on your Klout score. There are no algorithms. There are people doing the grunt work. Supposedly…I’m skeptical as I always am. It was simple, you connect your klout account and answer ten questions. Apparently a few of the ten questions include your name, age, and sex. Depending on the rate you pay, they give you matches and you get to have a phone date with someone you know nothing about. In a moment of depression and despair, I signed up for the site.
A love connection over a phone call, stranger things have happened, right? That was three weeks ago…I think. They haven’t matched me with anyone. Nothing. I got an email saying that finding true love could take a while. Tell me something I don’t know, Nostradamus.
Then I heard about TheDatable. I’m not too clear on how this works, but apparently, it connects with your facebook account and sniffs out friends of your friends who are single. Also, your non-single friends can go on there and tag eligible singles and sort of play matchmaker. At least that’s what I think is supposed to happen. Again, I tried to sign up for this site only to be met with a weird ass error message…so I gave up.
That was the second site that I wanted to try out that crapped out on me. Maybe the universe is trying to tell me something. Actually, I have a pretty good idea of what it’s trying to say, but we’ll see. I’m not really good at reading signs, usually and I don’t want to get my hopes up.
What’s also funny is that I have had two people on Twitter, who don’t even know what I look like or anything beyond the snarky things I tweet, want to set me up on a date with their single male friend. And then of course, there was the talk at my sister’s 4th of July party,
Friend 1: “You should go out with John Doe’s brother Jack. He’s really sweet.”
Friend 2: “Well…He might be gay.”
I really wonder what my friends are thinking when they go, hey…I’d like you to meet THE ONLY SINGLE MAN I know. Thank you for making me feel pathetic.