OT: Internet dating sites.

[weeddigger]

Ginger?!

What're you talking about there?

Is that an adjective to describe behavior?

A new drug?

A spice in your sausage meatball sub?

[cosmosuave]

Bro, I've got an Ax-1. Fire engine red. Do you suggest I take it out with me?

on your next online dating profile pic, have a pic of you and your AX-1, i guarantee the quality of babes will improve.
(note...this does not work for Yamaha SHS-10 keytar owners,sorry).

Keytar Envy....

The one and only real Keytar...

[H20nly]

Ginger?!

What're you talking about there?

Is that an adjective to describe behavior?

A new drug?

A spice in your sausage meatball sub?

lol.
I believe he means red hair and freckles.

here in Costa Rica we have tons of a call centers, one of the industries they service is online dating sites. They pay people $5/hour to pretend they are members of the site. They send messages, have chats, send pictures, etc. The real shitty part is it isn't just chicks, they have dudes as well doing it. They assign profiles to people, so they'll be like, "today you're Katie from orlando". Guy has all the pics, a list of relevant locations, the real customer's previous chats, they even have to submit the responses to someone to check to make sure all the english grammar looks correct to add more realism to it.

That's hard core.

[weeddigger]

OK ok...

I can see how that would work...

[casioaz1]

Bro, I've got an Ax-1. Fire engine red. Do you suggest I take it out with me?

on your next online dating profile pic, have a pic of you and your AX-1, i guarantee the quality of babes will improve.
(note...this does not work for Yamaha SHS-10 keytar owners,sorry).

Keytar Envy....

The one and only real Keytar...

do they use that in the Iraq War? is that a musical RPG ?

[H20nly]

(note...this does not work for Yamaha SHS-10 keytar owners,sorry).

*DOH* I was so close...

[ChiDJ]

I took a peak at match.com. After looking through 10 pages of "women"...I'd say it's a Troll fest.

[ThrowAway]

I think it depends on your area.

My friend took me to this "professionals" meet and greet last week. Me and him are welders and far from the white collar types this event was for but we both hooked up. I think its a meat market for gold diggers under the guise of a charity and networking event. When I need sex I just go to the normal places I would go anyways and hit on every single chick I want to have sex with. I mean every single one. ring,boyfriend,girlfriend it doesnt matter because the worse thats happened to me is "fuck off" every now and then. The only thing that limits me is time and the number of women i want to have sex with.

[ThrowAway]

I say try the cheaters site and lie your ass off about being married.

[aisling]

I used to own an english mastiff (180lb dog), before I met my wife. I could not keep my pants zipped up.
Although as the thread implied they were all psychotic.....

[Machinesworking]

I used to own an english mastiff (180lb dog), before I met my wife. I could not keep my pants zipped up.
Although as the thread implied they were all psychotic.....

I started laughing before I got to the second sentence.

[Machinesworking]

Online dating stories... I've had a few successes, but all were weird. One girl I ended up meeting up with, having sex etc. confessed to having MS, it didn't show 90% of the time, but was bad enough to put her on Social Security at 32. She ended up engaged to her ex husband, in hopes that it was stable enough of a relationship to where he would look after her when the MS got really bad. Met her again 3 years later and she was married to a different guy entirely, who also had MS, in a wheelchair, the whole bit. She told me she was pretty sure they had a "don't ask don't tell" agreement. I couldn't do it. Nothing would suck worse than some poor slob in a wheelchair getting a broken heart because his wife was a slut.

Another occasion, this girl had a pretty sweet shot of herself online. We ended up talking on the phone, and arranging to meet up etc. I call right before, and she tells me she's moving out of her house, that her ex husband lives in a basement, and I can stop by if I want, but she's needing to pack. OK at this point I just think psycho, but I know this will be whacky. I show up and she's not packing anymore, ( kind of haggard looking, chain smoking ) but begs me to help her out, see her ex is mentally ill and stole her car, she's sure that he just parked it somewhere. Her 7 year old daughter is running around with her imaginary friend, and we all pack into my car and drive around looking for gas stations, apparently he's done this before. All the while the little girl is telling us about her imaginary friend, a rabbit, performing appendectomies with a small shovel.... We never found the car, and needless to say I didn't pursue her after this.

I kind of like real life dating personally.

[aisling]

I used to own an english mastiff (180lb dog), before I met my wife. I could not keep my pants zipped up.
Although as the thread implied they were all psychotic.....

I started laughing before I got to the second sentence.

I realized how that may have sounded.....
It was the girl attention from the dog that I was insinuating....

[Tone Deft]

I used to own an english mastiff (180lb dog), before I met my wife. I could not keep my pants zipped up.
Although as the thread implied they were all psychotic.....

I started laughing before I got to the second sentence.

I realized how that may have sounded.....
It was the girl attention from the dog that I was insinuating....

sounds like you went through a LOT of peanut butter.