Online dating is like trying to meet a girlfriend on the subway. There are a million strangers rushing past, and you've only got 6 seconds to sell yourself to any one of them.
OKCupid is like a small dinner party among strangers. There are a good variety of people, but most of them are 20 somethings looking for a hookup and 30 something never-been-marrieds looking for someone to date for the next few months. But it's really just a place for hipster booty calls like nightclubs, Starbucks and the genius bar at the Apple store. If you happen to be a member and you are over 40 they treat you like someone's parent and keep asking you if you'd rather be sitting down.
Match.com (and probably eHarmony) is like a giant middle class rave. Everybody who is anybody is there and the party goes on all night long. The only drawback is that the majority of people who show interest in you are scammers or foreigners in Avatar who want something from you besides companionship, and no sooner do you get to talking to them they are hustled away by security. Seriously - within hours of joining I had fistfulls of winks thrown at me and over a gazillion (approximate) IM requests and 100% of those profiles were shutdown and unavailable less than an hour after they showed up. It's just as well though, because if you party with any of those freaks you're likely to end up with a bar tab in the thousands, a wall size painting of Gotye, and no memories of the night before. At least there are plenty of normal people too.
Plenty of Fish. Holy cow. This is like dating at the county fair, or the worlds largest dive bar just down the street from the red light district. Everyone in town is there (including the mayor) and vestigial limbs, missing teeth, and bizarre fetishes abound. If you don't mind paying for a little sumthin sumthin, or would like a quick roll in the hay with lord knows what, the skeezy guy over by the payphone can totally hook you up, and yes there is a payphone, and yes, it works. But it is possible to find the cute little housewife playing ball toss before 9 p.m. who would really just like a sane conversation with someone over 12 before heading home to unload the dishwasher and do laundry. So that's cool...
Craigs List. C'mon seriously? No way - and I don't answer personals in Westword either. Sheesh...
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