I was driving to Costco tonight to return the alcohol that I didn’t use at the foreclosure party and was thinking about Match.com. I’ve always believed that online dating works for certain people: those who either have difficulty conversing/meeting people in social situations or those who like to be doing something every night of the week. I’m neither of those people, just like my friend Chanel who recently went on her first date with a guy since joining Match.com last week. Her find is 47, doesn’t have any kids (but isn’t against them) or substance abuse problems, he’s got a good job and as she said, “a full head of hair, good build, a jaw line like Gaston from ‘Beauty and the Beast,’ and a sense of humor.” Things look promising.      However, the only 2 girls who I know that used online dating religously ended up finding their current (and serious) boyfriends at a party or through a friend of a friend.      So here’s what I decided as the sound of bottles rattling in the trunk serenaded the pink sky: if Chanel ends up dating this guy for more than 2 months, I’m biting the bullet and joining Match.com.

      I was driving to Costco tonight to return the alcohol that I didn’t use at the foreclosure party and was thinking about Match.com. I’ve always believed that online dating works for certain people: those who either have difficulty conversing/meeting people in social situations or those who like to be doing something every night of the week. I’m neither of those people, just like my friend Chanel who recently went on her first date with a guy since joining Match.com last week. Her find is 47, doesn’t have any kids (but isn’t against them) or substance abuse problems, he’s got a good job and as she said, “a full head of hair, good build, a jaw line like Gaston from ‘Beauty and the Beast,’ and a sense of humor.” Things look promising.

     However, the only 2 girls who I know that used online dating religously ended up finding their current (and serious) boyfriends at a party or through a friend of a friend.

     So here’s what I decided as the sound of bottles rattling in the trunk serenaded the pink sky: if Chanel ends up dating this guy for more than 2 months, I’m biting the bullet and joining Match.com.