Match.com is offering, for a limited time only, a free guide to 'Finding the right person in 90 days.' Since I haven't found the right person, or any person, in the last few months I figure what the hell.
So I've downloaded the guide, and I am already choking on their saccharine words. Take this:
After all, you’re pretty darn amazing, and you can lose sight of that when a
relationship ends or when you’re worrying about what to say on your big date this weekend.
I don't need a pep talk, Match.com, I need to learn how to trick a woman into going out with me (I kid, I kid).
Anywho, I haven't been blogging about the Ladies as of late, so a brief update for all you interested in my love life: I'm still single, and I still have no idea what I'm doing, but I'm ok with that.
I was having breakfast with Frat Boy 'A' awhile back and he said something that I thought was pretty darned funny. He said, 'Scott, I have a request that I think many of your other readers will agree with. I think it is time that Blankbaby gets into a relationship.'
I blinked, took a bite of pancake, and considered this request. I said, 'Ok! You've got it!'
Fast forward a few days and I was talking with Becky, of Good Grief! fame. I told her about this conversation I had with Frat Boy 'A' and she suggested that perhaps I should create a fake girlfriend to spice up the blog. Whilst this might be a good exercise in creative writing, it wouldn't be the best idea for me. Why is that? Everyone I know reads this, so if I were to create an elaborate story about some lady I am going out with I would need to lie to my friend and family, and that's just not cool.
Becky also wondered if people who read Blankbaby would be upset if I did get myself into a relationship. I didn't follow her train of thought on that one, but she explained that I have this 'single guy in the city' persona (one of many blog personas I seemingly have, but more on that in another post) and some might be sad to see that go.
I don't know why people read this, nor why after reading it once people come back, but I am certain that I don't have a blog persona (even though Becky isn't the only person that thinks I do).
Anyway, that's where things stand between Scott and the Ladies. Perhaps after reading Match.com's propaganda I will be well on the road to Ladyville.