Who is This Guy?

First off, I’d like to commend you for your bravery and honesty.  The stigma attached to online dating is antiquated and more than a little silly.  We live in the future so we should meet our mates in futuristic type ways.  One day soon we’ll be able to create our companions using computers and robotics, but until that day we have to put up with women and meeting them can be fairly tricky.  I briefly dabbled in online dating and by dabbled I mean I posted a craigslist ad looking for dates for me and my two roommates because I was scared to go alone.  Then when we actually found some ladies to go out with us we chickened out.  Totally lame!!!  You sir, are a man…sort of.

I like how your profile starts.  It’s a picture of you sitting on a wooden fence, giant bushy beard being giant and bushy, white t-shirt on, sexy look in eye.  Wow!  This is a man.  I want to date this dude.  I might have gone with a different white t-shirt, one that exposed slightly less of your upper arm hair and hugged your biceps a little more, but hey, you’re into honesty and you’re a man so you don’t have time to worry about such nonsense.

The first few sentences of your profile's “about me” section are of critical importance.  They’re your headline, your attention grabber.  So, what does yours say about you?  Well, it says you really like crappy movies and at least one good but largely unwatched television show.  You reference the Jean Claude Van Damme masterpiece Bloodsport, I’m not sure a female human being has ever seen this movie.  You then go on to a nice little, slightly veiled Taken reference, or is it Taken 2?  I can’t be sure, as I never saw the second.  But at least you like Friday Night Lights which is good, but no one has ever seen it, so it’s unlikely this has any meaning to your readers.  She will just assume you’re talking about the crappy movie version starring Billy Bob Thornton.  Later in the post you point out that a character was also in John Carter, yet another crappy movie.  Buddy, we get it, you like crappy movies.

So this takes us to my next point, if I'm a girl I'm wondering why this guy likes crappy movies so much.  The way I see it there are 3 options, 1) You enjoy unintentional comedy. 2) You're a negative person who likes to talk about how stupid things are (very hipster like). 3) You smoke a lot of pot.  I know you, so I would assume the answer is number one, but your long rambling break down of the plot line of Battleship imply some combination of 2 and 3.  So you've now alienated a large portion of the female adult human population by making them believe you're a negative, hipster stoner guy.  At this point your reader may look back at your picture with a bit of a double take, wondering, "Is that sexy mysterious look in his eye because he's stoned?  Is that a manly beard or an ironic hipster beard?  Are those skinny jeans?  I wish this picture didn't cut off before his ankles so I could be certain."  If a reader has come this far, which is unlikely, she will probably finish your post either out of some kind of morbid curiosity of where this is going or because she is really attracted to hipster stoner guys.  You conclude your initial flurry of bad movie consciousness by apologizing to and thanking the sun and then taking a nap.  My brain hurts a little.  I'll be back after I catch a few ZZZs and recuperate then we'll take a look at these bullet points of yours.

Sexy Man Beard or...

Dirty Hipster Beard?

I'm back.  My responses are from the point of view of  a prospective mate.

-I don't actually take naps, that was a lie
     -God Damn it!  The one thing we had going for us was that we can nap together, now I find out this guy doesn't nap and he's a liar.  I wonder if he will judge me for napping and lie to me about important things.

- I don't lie, except that one time, just a couple of moments ago, and I am truly sorry for my actions.
     -I'm pretty confused now.  I guess he still doesn't nap, but he may or may not actually be a liar.  At the very least he's capable of apology so I guess that's good.

-I think babies lack of understanding of basic mathematical principles is adorable.
     -Is this guy a math nerd?  I bet he is.  He must be one of those dorks that just sits around judging others and doing math.  Does he like babies or not though?  I'm a woman and babies are really important to me and this guy won't take fatherhood seriously enough.

- While I believe that the fact that The Creation Museum received state funding via tax exemptions is patently absurd, I simultaneously believe that I kind of wish I believed that people and dinosaurs lived together and were super best friends.
      -Okay, this guy is definitely a nerd.  He seems really into dinosaurs, or is he?  I don't know what "I simultaneously believe that I kind of wish I believed" actually means.  He hates closed minded people that don’t believe in evolution though and that’s a good thing.  I'm going to choose to ignore the confusing nature of the dinosaur thing.

-I don't know why onesies and fanny packs aren't more popular than they are.
      -This guy is a really weird mix of things and I'm guessing he's not that fashion forward.  A fanny pack could come in handy though because it will be like he's carrying my purse around his waste.  Does he wear

Hulk is also confused by the fanny pack's lack of popularity

onesies with or without the built in footies?  The footies are a deal breaker for me.  I'm not sleeping with a guy in footies no matter how gosh darn cute he is.

-I'm not ambidextrous but I do some things righty and some things lefty.  It's confusing sometimes but I think I've finally got a pretty decent handle on it.
      -Ohhh, I bet he could do some interesting things sexually with this ability.  Despite what he says, if he's thinking that much about this, he probably doesn't have the best handle on it, so we might have to experiment around a little but 4 fully coordinated limbs has to be better than the normal two that most guys have. 
      -As an aside I am right handed and left footed.  Or I'm actually left handed but I was taught to do everything with my right.  I'm pretty confused by it too.  Sometimes people tell me to do something based on being right handed, but the really mean right footed.  When this happens I don't know what to do and I feel disadvantaged and confused.  I wouldn't put that in a dating profile though, but I share your pain.

Okay, buddy, so now it's time for me to do a quick breakdown of what I think all of this means about you.  It means two things as far as I can tell, it means I like you.  I appreciate your odd sense of humor, your interesting choices in facial hair and fashion, your political beliefs and that you're both a man's man and a thinking man.  But I also think this means that you're sabotaging yourself.  Do you have low self esteem or something?  Do you feel funny about this whole online dating thing? Because I don't think you're actually trying to score dates with this.  Or maybe you just want a hipster stoner chic who likes onesies and bad movies.  I'm so confused.

Profiles In Courage (Online Dating Edition)

Alternatively titled: How To Create A Dating Profile That Your Friends And Nobody Else Will Love 

Online dating. It's a thing. It's a real thing. It's a really legitimate thing. It's a legitimately great thing. People meet people they never would have met without it. People make friends. People make whoopie. People find love. Blah blah blah, yeah yeah yeah. It's amazing really. Although I personally think that we probably should have stuck with creating awkward VHS videos of ourselves being asses, hi mom, it turns out that the technology of dating has advanced at the proverbial speed of light. While I'd like to think that we, as daters, have evolved right along with it, well, I'm just not so sure that we have. So here we are, in the future, and we've got dating sites for everything (but still no fucking hoverboards). Every ethnicity, age, profession, creed, credo (!!!), size, shape, sexual orientation, gender identity, whatever this is and even marriage status. Like I sometimes always say, different strokes for different strokes. It's wonderful. It makes me smile. Dig it? Dig it good.

So dear reader, all zero of you, as you are well aware, I do indeed have fun having fun. I'm also sad and lonely and wookin' pa nub in all the wrong places. As such, and with a little prodding from some individuals who shall not be named, I thought it would be a fine idea to dip my feet into the online dating waters and see what all the fuss was about. The first step in this process is, well, obviously enough, to create a captivating and compelling profile that will attract hordes of admirers. Being blessed with an extremely attractive physique and positively compelling personality I thought this would be a piece of cake. As I set myself to the task I realized that this would be far more difficult than it seemed. So, I said to myself, "self, fuck it, just do whatever you want, and hey, if someone, somehow, likes it, then, well, bully for you!" And you know what? That's what I did. And more than that? I even happen to like it! The only downside is that I'm pretttttty sure it's not really fit for the consumption or enjoyment of a stranger. Ironically, and unfortunately, this happens to literally be the ONLY thing that this exercise is meant for. However, I do not happen to fancy myself to be the arbiter of all things fit for consumption, so I've enlisted the help of my blogging partner in crime to dissect, analyze, and opine on what I'm offering to the single women of the online datingsphere. While I most certainly am not willing to disseminate my username and password to my dear friend due to the high likelihood that, in the wrong hands (and probably in the right ones as well) it would certainly lead to nefarious activity, I am willing to display my pertinent information for the viewing pleasure of the very small number of individuals who frequent this useless but extraordinarily groundbreaking blog.

Without (much) further ado, I present to you, my personal Profile In Courage. Though it would tickle me pink to do so, I will refrain from adding any comments/explanations and just give you the meat and potatoes. The following is a true story:

Username: PickledDelicious (<--- WHAT?? Dear god! Ok, ONE comment)

Obligatory "Main" Photo:

About Me:
So I watched the movie Battleship the other day and I’ve got more than a few things that I’d like to get off my chest. First of all, and this may come as a shock to some of you, this movie does not involve pegs, letter/number coordinates, or the phrase “you sank my Battleship.” Needless to say, this was wildly disappointing. It’s not that I was necessarily expecting a Bloodsport style Kumate wherein Liam Neeson utilizes his particular set of skills, unmatched guile, and ability to come back from seemingly insurmountable odds to be able to ultimately vanquish Rihanna and a bunch of dudes from Friday Night Lights in a round robin tournament of board game Battleship but, well, I was certainly hoping for some sort of facsimile of this general plot. It turns out it’s some Marines and some people on some tropical island including a dude with awesome metal legs (which, we should note, were in fact very cool to have in the world we once lived in, or, as I like to call it, the pre-Oscar Pretorius Murder/Accident world, such an innocent time) who are in a fight against aliens that can only be defeated by a battleship that happens to be nearby utilizing the Captain’s (John Carter/Tim Riggins of course) fortunately idiotic interpretation of some Sun Tzu wisdom from The Art of War. Oh, and also, the aliens have to squint really hard when their alien sunglasses are off because, I don’t know, their planet it pretty dark or something. This is startlingly important. I think I started hallucinating at one point but somehow a group of 80 year old Marines show up and help de-sunglass all of the aliens which leads to victory and explosions and the preservation of the entire world. There may or may not have been an ad-hoc Rihanna concert that helped to finish them off when she hit a heretofore unheard of decibel level at just the right frequency and pitch and shattered the rest of the alien sunglasses causing them to squint so hard they exploded right then and there (there definitely wasn’t, but there probably should have been). I guess the moral of the story is that the sun is great and we should never take it for granted? As far as morals go, that’s not so bad. It reminded me of that one time in the winter when I was getting pale and I went somewhere warm and got a bit of color but didn’t appropriately attribute that color to the rays that the sun provided me. As I realized this I started feeling bad about it. So, sun, I guess I owe you an apology. I hope it’s not too late, but thanks sun, you’re the best. Though the Mayans may have made a mistake about the apocalypse, maybe they were right to believe that the Sun God is not to be trifled with.

I feel better now, drained but better. I think I’ll have a nap.

Ok, back from the nap, feeling better AND rested, which is nice. Other “me” things include:

- I don’t actually take naps, that was a lie.

- I don’t lie, except that one time, just a couple of moments ago, and I am truly sorry for my actions.

- I think babies’ lack of understanding of basic mathematical principles is adorable.

- While I believe that the fact that The Creation Museum received state funding via tax exemptions is patently absurd, I simultaneously believe that I kind of wish I believed that people and dinosaurs lived together and were super best friends.

- I don’t know why onesies and fanny packs aren’t more popular than they are.

-  I’m not ambidextrous but I do some things righty and some things lefty. It’s confusing sometimes but I think I’ve finally got a pretty decent handle on it.

About you then eh? To be completely honest, I pretty much enjoy the company of everyone who wasn’t involved in creation of Battleship the movie, so if you can get behind that then we very well just might get along. And I guess, as long as we’re on this whole honesty binge, if you have read this entire thing and think that it somehow made any sort of sense, then you earn a gold star, which means that I probably think that you are just aces.

Aaaaaand CUT! There you have it. The time for analysis is nigh. Goodnight and good luck.

- D