Confession

I have moments of weakness. For instance, my addiction to orange slice candy led me recently to buy two gigantic packs which were consumed within two forthours. (Sidenote: all things that are orange ought to contain vitamin C. It is just courteous.)

Over the summer during a bout of crumbling of will, I decided I’d check out Match.com. If I recall I was also watching “Beyond Re-Animator” on television and sweating profusely as when I made this decision. (One can only imagine my choice of internet activities if I’d been watching “Videodrome”.) It was a bad night.

After almost-completing the profile, I decided to go to bed, only to never return to the process. Over the last month, I have been received prophetic (and strangely Dickensian) emails saying that “She’s waiting for you.” Though intriguing (because she seems to be waiting based on a partially filled out profile sans picture), I have deleted all these messages from my acumen-ridden mate.

But it has raised a question that I woke up pondering—“Does Match.com, as existent, pigeon hole people into believing it works better than traditional methods of meeting people?” That is, since Match.com has not foundered, does it substantiate itself as successful as opposed to it actually being successful (and more successful than going to bars, parties, the store, etc.)?

(I hope for at least one comment of Will Think for Food on this.)