I can’t look at one more profile and not do myself in.
Then I promptly call my mother, my best friend, or anyone to share the sheer ridiculousness and insanity of “viable candidates” online.
We don’t need to see pictures of your friends, ex-girlfriends, children, nieces, nephews, cats, parrots or snakes.
We also don’t need to see pictures of you engaging in every activity under the sun or under the surface of the ocean.
To me, it’s simply an endless source of entertainment — some of which is comical, a lot which seems comical, but really borders on sad and pathetic.
Yes, I know I’m very picky, jaded, and (somewhat) of a bitch, but that’s not why online dating isn’t working for me.
But I do know a lot of people have met their “soul mates” via some form of online dating.
Not to mention that this makes me feel very inadequate with the minimal amount of sports I participate in on a regular basis — which is none, with the exception of sitting at home laughing at your pictures.
Other popular pictures with no purpose or appeal: sky diving, zip lining, riding a camel, kissing a dolphin, Halloween costumes, posing with Winnie the Pooh, or holding a dead fish.