I’ve used Plenty of Fish to meet people for a number of years now. I’ve never accepted a date from someone on it (yet), but I did make some incredible friends by hosting weekly wings/karaoke nights in Calgary through POF’s forums while I still lived there. However things are a bit different in the smaller towns, like the one I live in now. There aren’t as many younger members (read: under 35) and the few that do seem interesting end up being married but looking for something on the side (big surprise) or use netspeak to communicate (U R hawt!) which I liken to scratching my fingernails across a chalkboard.

One recent communication made me laugh. A gent in his early 40’s messaged me, so I checked out his profile before reading his email. His photos were badly overexposed and he was making odd hand signals in both that I couldn’t quite decipher (a W, maybe?), and his profile housed some odd phraseology such as, “I like to read but think reading is boring,” as well as references to his love of the Bible. Upon reading his email, which was comprised of, “Read Between the Lines???” and a request to go for coffee, I quickly decided I wasn’t interested. So I replied kindly that I wasn’t able to meet people out of town right now, but best of luck with his search. (He lives more than an hour’s drive away).

A day later, I get a response. “ty, moron!”

I look at his profile again. What did I miss?!

Oh.

He’s now added at the very bottom something along the lines of, “I’m not embarassed to say I am 6.5 tall and have a great head.”