Someone really did utter the words "good luck" to me as he sent me off onto the R train, back into the abyss of the internet.
After all, every date I went on could have — potentially — been phenomenal. In early 2013, I read a book that changed the way I viewed dating.
So I updated my information to sound more amenable to men, and I procured more dates ... There's nothing wrong with not being a "cool girl," not being a sports enthusiast, and wanting to use words (especially if you write them for a living).
I learned it's equally as important to be honest in person as much as you are online, like admitting that no, you haven't heard of the band Com Truise and that the idea of playing catch in the park is not an ideal date for you.
A few years ago, I was bemoaning my love life, as many early 20-somethings do when they graduate college. I let my friend construct the basics of my profile for me, and then I underwent the existential crisis of building my profile. And was I going to resort to platitudes about my typical day ("there really is no typical day for me! You can't bemoan your nonexistent romantic life if you aren't trying.
I was sitting at a diner with one of my closest friends, and she presented me with a solution: set up an Ok Cupid account. There were times when I would get frustrated and would delete my account completely.