I've dived into that ever-entertaining world of Match.com ... again.
How is Match comparing to that evil entity eHarmony I tried last year?
In the words of one of my uber-eligible suitors: It is what it is and it ain't what it ain't.
It is entertaining. It ain't necessarily fruitful.
[Side note: Please guys, please please ... avoid profile pictures in which you wear both cap and sunglasses. Not only does it make it impossible to actually see what you look like, it also whispers "serial killer".]
Now, before you decide to lecture me on my bad attitude about the whole process, rest assured that I am well aware that my lack of bubbly "life is glorious, I'm just missing you" optimism works against me, although I have serious doubts that I'd actually be attracted to the guy looking for the above.
Regardless, one of the many things I've noticed while searching for that pansy Prince Charming (other than my increasing - who knew that was possible - cynicsm) is that many of the men on Match.com seek ONLY those women younger than themselves.
Seriously. Not even up to their own age.
Many a Mr. 45 seeks a Ms. 27-40. A Master 55 seeks a Mistress 35-45.
Hmm. Regardless of whether this need for youth stems from the middle-ager suddenly ready for a family or hoping for a trophy wife or both, I've decided that two can (potentially) play that game.
Therefore, gentlemen, the profile has been updated and the search criteria altered. Let the games begin.
In short, the inner cougar needs a good ... stretch.