It came to me one evening when I was out to dinner with my coworkers and the conversation turned to the misadventures in our romantic relationships and dating lives – mostly mine, unfortunately. Our conversation started to sound like some sort of Sex in the City episode – only funny and it didn’t make me want to gouge my brain out with a spork. I thought, I should write about this shit.
And that’s how it began.
This, it occurred to me, may be why I have been collecting screen shots of profiles that I encounter in the online dating world and store them in a folder lovingly and aptly named “Hot Mess”. If my dating life pays off in no other satisfying way, this will, at least, grant me and some blog-following types some entertainment.
The people pulled from my “Hot Mess” folder will remain anonymous to protect the identities of the stupid, the uninteresting, and the unable to punctuate.