sarcastic and caustic look at online dating and the life of single-doom.

i’m going to choose to laugh at this

I can tell how much I like a girl based on how much time I spend getting ready to see her. If I shower, I’m into you… but if I just put on more deodorant, we should probably see other people. I like fun-loving girls who are up for a long sweaty workout, then brunch, then possibly some light bondage. Email me and we’ll set it up. I’d be even more down to meet a girl who wants to do my laundry. I can find sex easily, but finding a girl who will do my wash is hard.

TheBestWinner

i am awesome and also the best

smart (too smart), sarcastic, funny, fun, creative, stylish, slightly overconfident, politically overinformed, best guitar player in the history of the universe. match should be all those things, maybe not the guitar thing, and be well dressed (look like you live here. do tourists ask you for directions? good.)

Not sure what to make of this. My literal mathematical side says “does not compute”.

action meter

So apparently I’ve been told that this website has become an “action barometer” for some, checking to see whether or not the queen has gotten an action the night before. For the record, the action barometer should be reading around a 6 out of ten tonight. At least it’s on the scale.

Nonetheless, the queen has gone home safely and alone.

PMP: Banana Man

Trying to get back into this whole online dating thing since my mini sabbatical. I’m not as disciplined this go around, I keep forgetting I have it. Not much going one but a few emails from two guys, one who is pictured. I haven’t decided what I think about him.

PMP: banana man

Sometimes, my hottness amazes even me.

So I’m sitting in a coffee shop working, the place was full for a while but is now in a bit of a lull having mostly emptied out. I’ve got my headphones on and I’m all the way in the back section alone. You think this would signal that I might want to be left alone but the late night crazies never seem to get this message.

A big Latin women comes up to me and decides to sit right next to me on the chair where I was resting my feet. I of course, try to move them. If she wants to sit there, who am I stop her. It’s not my coffee shop. But she grabs my leg and tells me to put my feet back up. Then she starts rubbing my toes.

Not kidding.

That should have been the first signal but I couldn’t really get out of the situation without looking like a total asshole. She starts telling me that in her broken english that I’m so beautiful and that she was starring at me the whole night. I’m not quite sure what to make of these obvious advances. She gives me her email. Gives me her bracelet. Again not quite sure what to say, I thank her. The conversation continues and I make a point to mention that I indeed like boys and only boys but even this does not dissuade her. She tries to make conversation for a while and when that lapses, just stares at me.

After a few minutes she starts talking in Spanish which unfortunately I understand. She begins to tell me about her apartment and how I should come back with her. Trying to shrug off her advances, I tell her I need to work. She replies that I can still work, she just wants to watch me work.

Watch me work. Like that’s not creepy or anything.

After a few more minutes she she reaches out to touch my feet again which I had moved to what I thought was a safe distance away. I pull my feet back, she finally gets the message and leaves. Not seeing her, I decide to take this opportunity to leave while I can. She sees me packing up and comes back trying to stop me from leaving, telling me that she’s in love with me. I’m so beautiful, blah blah and starts following me out. I start getting a little worried at this point that’s she’s going to follow me home. So i go back in. She comes back, staying a foot or two behind me, obviously going to go whereever i go. I had to grab a strapping fellow to accompany me back to my apartment. While I’ve been hit on before, I’ve never had to do that!

So weird.

getting back into the swing of things…

Hi, my name is Antonio. Nice to meet you. How are you? Very nice profile. You really sound like someone I would like to get to know further. I like the way you express yourself in your profile. Just had to write! I totally agree with your point of not taking life seriously and being able to laugh at yourself.

A little more about me: I live on the upper west side, I am involved in paralegal work, but my main interest is filmmaking. I will be doing my 3rd feature film this summer. Feel free to check out my site www.thechildrenofhiphopmovie.com.
I strongly believe in communication and I would also say that I’m very romantic , passionate and most importantly honest.

Just wanted to take the first step and get in touch with you. Feel free to write back and most importantly keep taking action and going for what you want in life! Thanks for reading my words!

Antonio

So…now that the Queen is back in the online dating game, there are a few new rules. There is a slightly different format to this particular online dating service. Instead of going through all these personality tests and lame ass questions, you can search for people that you might find interesting and email them directly. It requires a bit more work but also has a bit more freedom as well. I’m still getting into the swing of it but this gentleman was the first to email me. Thought I’d share.

hmmm

So change of plans.  The Queen is venturing out again, back online and needing assistance on a headline.  Something witty and unique but not corny. I rarely see a good headline.  For whatever reason, “match.com” requires you to have a headline.  I tried putting just characters but they disabled my profile until i fixed it.  Nazi-bastard!  So instead I have a cryptic/philosophical phrase that I don’t even know what means.  So if anyone has any suggestions, post away.  I’m all ears!

Haitus

The Queen has been staying closer to native lands and not looking to explore new territory.  Perhaps she will be verturing out again soon.  Stay tuned.

P.M.P. Update

So I had another first date last night, this one with “the anarchist”- profile displayed below. The dinner was nice, conversation easy which are good things. There were a few things that were a little “strange” and I’m not quite sure what to make of them. For one, he made it clear that we needed to split the check which is totally fine by me, I never assume anything. But then he spent the next five minutes doing the math in his head to figure out exactly how much he owed down to the dollar, which was wrong anyway but I wasn’t about to point that out even though I ended up paying more than I should have.

I don’t think the jury’s out on this one. He seems sweet and nice, still a little young. Perhaps I’m waiting for the monster to come out of the closet. Not sure if there is any spark on my end, the ever elusive spark. I don’t know if that’s even possible on first meetings anyway.

So after the date, I went to the roommate’s bar to get liquored up and “process”. There always needs to be some sort of post date recoop. A random guy there gave me the old “propositiondisclaimer” which I found amusing. “So you want to come home with me? Just kidding, I have a girlfriend, I don’t do that.” or “I could just call my girlfriend and tell her it’s over right now….” Except he asked in various ways several different times. What is it about me that makes guys want to just throw caution to the wind and take me home? It’s a tough burden to bear but someone’s got to do it.

P.M.P.

Trying something new

I have just graduated from Penn State with a degree in Music Recording and Production. After graduating, my best friend and I went on a road trip from NYC to San Fran and everywhere in between (you can see a few of those pics in my photos) Right now, I know what I want to do in life and am working hard to get where I want to be.
Music is my passion, I play guitar (and really well I might add) along with a variety of other instruments, and I love going to concerts. I also enjoy all aspects of the arts including theater, film, and literature and am looking for someone who enjoys these things as well.
I would like to meet someone who is intelligent who can carry on an intellectual conversation but also knows how to let her hair down and have fun. I, like most people I’m sure, love to laugh (especially at myself), love to make people laugh, and love people who can make me laugh!
I’ve got a decent sense of style; I know how to communicate who I am in how I dress, whether it’s casual or formal. I took Ballroom Dance classes, so don’t worry, you won’t have to try too hard to get me on the dance floor and I will look good up there.
Finally, I have a great relationship with my mother, so you can rest assured I’m someone you can “take home to mom!” The question is, can you promise the same?

So this P.M.P. has been calling me. About him. Pros: He is surprisingly easy to talk to on the phone. The first time was a little awkward, but otherwise has been smooth and the time passes without realizing how long we have been talking. On the con side of the list, he’s fresh out of college, 23 years old. Hmmmm. Listed agnostic under religious beliefs. Oh and he doesn’t agree with me that ninjas are better than pirates because of their versatility, also on the con side for SHIZZLE.

Funny story he told me. He’s a guitarist so I asked how he got into that. He told me that when he was around 13 he was in the attic reading his dad’s playboy magazines and his mom came home. She hollared up the stairs, asking what he was doing and he had to think up a reason fast because obviously he couldn’t use the real reason and the only one he could think of was that he was looking for an old guitar of his dad’s. Thus playboy was the catalyst of his musical career.

He has requested an evening with the Queen (does that sound sketchy?) which should go down (sketchy again! didn’t mean it like that I SWEAR! none of that will be HAPPENING!) sometime in two weeks. I’m not sure I’m ready to meet him and perhaps may prolong it until I can talk to him about more important things than say ninjas.