Match is at it again, dredging the depths of their vast testosterone inventory to find only the most suitable suitors for me.
Here are a couple of gems.
Of all the unfortunate (and rather appropriate) places to prematurely end a sentence, this man has it nailed. Don’t worry, Meet chu1010, I am less likely to want to shoot you and more likely to want to shoot myself in wherever it is that stores my short-term memories and processes visual images.
Of all the shitty matches Match has deemed fit for me, this one may take the cake. This one says, “There is no actual process. This is all just as random as real world you get to live in for free – complete with advertising in all corners.”
Good news: This scam and I are a good match because “he” is “athletic and toned”.