This summer, I attended the wedding of a couple that started with an Ok Cupid date; surely that meant that men who were taking the time to sign up and fill out a profile would be normal and looking for a girlfriend?
My loss."My search turned up a video of an attractive young man with luxurious hair and expressive hand gestures doing stand-up comedy in a Brooklyn bar.These websites showcased the rude, the sleazy, the banal, and the merely irritating.They were aggregators for the worst of the worst, and I found them anthropologically fascinating as screengrabs of the underbelly of Internet culture. It was a collection of introductory letters written by one man to many different women on Ok Cupid — letters that had never been answered.But looking back now, all I can think is, what the hell was wrong with me??A cute guy was attempting to plan shit, , for us to do. I should have capitalized on dating a planner while I could, loosened up and had some fun, because Lord knows I may be waiting a long ass time (read: forever) for that to come along again.