Undeterred, I start choosing the option ‘other’, just to be awkward. Suddenly, I’m face to face with one of life’s most complex questions – ‘What are you looking for?’ (Well, unless you’re Decartes that’s where you need the multiple-choice option, surely?) I mumbled something vague like ‘frottage’ (which I thought was something disgusting, but which turns out to be a bit of dry-humping), and then sat back on my largely self-satisfied backside and waited for the messages to come flooding in.
Is it just me, or is it suddenly socially unacceptable, if single, not to have a profile on an internet dating site? Whether it's Pink Sofa or gaydarGirls, true love (or a bit of 'frottage' if you prefer) is only 250 words away. Apparently this is the optimum length for a profile - less says you're hiding something, more suggests you're looking for free therapy. The concept of hanging around in bars waiting to bump into someone who doesn't repel you is seeming like rather hard work ... you can't even screen out the Leos before you start talking.
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