I find it funny that “artist” and “musician” are assumed to be as stereotypically masculine as “fireman”. Not that I dispute the fact that those tend to be basically like irresistible bait for that kind of woman, but that’s like saying “I like Yugos and Pintos and Ferarris. You know, sports cars.”

Except that there’s already a field for your occupation.

All this talk of height differences makes me think of Dennis Kucinich, for some reason…

Him 63 + Her 32 = My New Hero

That in turn reminds me of one of the greatest flame-outs in qt3 history, and now I’m getting misty.

oh man, that brings up memories…

Guys have to be self sufficient. I’m not taking care of anyone except my kid. After that, I really don’t care.

ROGAN!

Yeah, I do need to get to the gym more. I might also have an attitude problem, in that it bums me out the most women filter me out based on my height.

It would bum me out even more if the site I was using did it for them automatically, since I pretty much count on dating women without the ‘taller-than-me’ kink. I guess PoF is not for me.

Don’t get carried away, you just have to be aware of it. It’s not like women are actually reading profiles and messaging men anyway, so the fact you won’t show up on their match list is kind of tangential. The main thing is to make sure you use the advance search, so you aren’t getting hit with the prejudice filter.

There are a lot of other reasons not to go on POF though. The site has nothing to recommend it other than the size of its userbase.

I’m pretty happy with OK Cupid, anyway!

Things are going great now, and kind of went from 0 to 60 on our fourth date. So I asked her if she was hoping I’d kiss her on the first date, or what her reaction would’ve been if I had tried. She thought it would’ve put her off.

Met a guy on OkCupid. He works as a technical director for a local theatre, so next Saturday we’ll be going to see the play that is currently showing at his theatre, with dinner in Sausalito afterward.

Also, IM-ing on there is amusing me greatly. There’s one particular guy who is very persistent, 3 years younger than me, and has horrible poems comprised entirely of couplets on his journals.

Because it was a slow night, and I was in a writing mood, my initial message to a woman who likes sci-fi/post apocalyptic/zombies and such among other things.

The sun slowly sets in downtown Tacoma, and the with the shadows growing longer on 6th Avenue, Ms. Awesome knows that they will be back out again soon, and it’ll be time to find better cover. Ever since the advance invasion fleet of robot masters had arrived, with their night time activities, it was dangerous to go out at night.

It was the OKC robots who with their algorithms and calculations that kept sending mindless zombies to her in the vain hope that she’d find one of them appealing and so be able to pick off one of the last holdouts in a world gone dull.

Her defenses up, she knew she must stay strong. If only out there there could be someone who knew, like her, the best way to take down the undead hordes. Somehow they must be out there… If only she knew where to look…

We’ll see what/if I get any response.

I hope you do get a response, because I’m sure it’ll be interesting.

Seriously? I’m with Josh on this one. My girlfriend says it took me too long to kiss her and I did kiss her on our first date. It’s a kiss, it’s not that big a deal. If nothing else it shows that your intentions are romantic and, as long as that is the case, I think it’s good to get that information across.

You do what feels comfortable for you; there is no right or wrong. The right woman will respond favorably to whatever you choose to do.

I kissed my wife on our first date and I think it was a solid move. It makes it clear that you’re not interested in the friend zone and she either needs to be in it to win it, or let you go. :)

I spent way too much time mentally debating when to go in for a kiss on the first date with my wife, and she either realized that and/or got tired of waiting, and basically just said, “So, you gonna kiss me or what?”

An amusing anecdote - and the “dating” part of “internet dating” hasn’t even come into play yet.

So I get a message on OKC from a gal whose profile I’d viewed and chosen not to send a message to (made it through the for-my-own-protection filter, but still had a couple red flags, opted to pass on this one) - and me being the nice guy I am, am incapable of NOT politely answering an email.

The first thing she says after introductory small talk is “So I gather from a lot of your responses to the personality questions that you support gun control”.

(note: imagine that as if it were typed on a postage-stamp-sized cell phone keyboard and you’ll have a better grasp of the kind of on-the-fly translation work I was doing)

Now, I make it a point to answer all those questions frankly and honestly - better to have someone repulsed by my bleeding-heart-liberal politics than have them come up three dates in where I’ve already made an investment. So I answer in the affirmative, before suddenly remembering some things about ol’ girl’s profile. Namely her default photo of her with a custom M4 carbine.

I next find myself on the receiving end of a “the gummint’s gonna come for mah guns an’ they gonna have ta pry 'em ferm mah cold dead hands!” rant that Charlton Heston himself would rise from his grave and say “Lady, chill the fuck out” about.

So, ever attempting to be conciliatory and polite… and failing, I give a smartass answer that gets an even MORE hostile response, and in a moment of lucidity, decide to cut things off and block the profile, chalk it up as a swing and a miss, move on.

Today at work I’m relating the tale to my boss and his hot girlfriend (also a co-worker) - both of whom are somewhat conservative young vets and find it utterly amusing that the office’s token liberal winds up having his first ping from an online dating site being Wacko Libertarian Gun Nut.

Boss pauses a moment. “Was her screen name [screenname]?”

Me: “…yes.”

Boss’s girlfriend: “Explain how you know that, and you have thirty seconds. Go.”

Boss: “Well, okay. Remember last year when you were in Afghanistan and we were on a break…?”

So yeah. Moral of the story: never underestimate the Crazy.