The Meat-a-tarian.....

Something I like about OKCupid.com (besides their awesome flow chart and analysis of my impending geographically related romantic doom) is that they give statistical data on your likeliness to be a match, friend, or enemy based on the way I answered questions. And they let you view the other person's answers and see where you are similar and different. Yes, it kinda takes some of the conversation out of it, but that's assuming the average person actually takes the time to view stuff like that the way I do, right?

Anyways, I've developed a system to my new hobby of surfing dating profiles in hopes Mr Right might jump out of one of them. I look at the general statistical data and ignore most people who have more than a 15% chance of being my enemy. Then I look at their height (I know - but reference earlier blogs for that rant). Then I skim through pictures. And if they are still interesting, I read their profile. Yeah, I know, I should be all about the content and what they have to say before anything else, but even though I'm not looking for a model, I want to feel some kind of physical spark. Call me what you want for it, but I'm just being honest.

My first AWESOME message on Cupid came from a gentleman who had come across the "near you" feed earlier, but I'd disqualified for a myriad of reasons:

• He is 24
• He has a 26% Enemy rating
• And he looks like a skinny little punk in a wifebeater.

I almost didn't read the email from him, but for the sake of this blog, I'm glad I did! To give a bit of back story, one of my profile pictures is from Warrior Dash where I'm covered in mud and eating a turkey leg. I thought it was a funny, real life way to express who I am in a sea of model poses and self taken mirror pictures. This is essence of Katie $h!t right here!

But this is the message I received:

Call me mean, but I couldn't help myself! People who know me well will tell you my responses weren't exactly true. I was totally playing around out of boredom. I got the drumstick reference, and I'm not so innocent (I did work at Victoria's Secret for 7 years...) but seriously guys, how many women does this approach actually work with?!?  So sorry Mr. Meatatarian, I think I'm going Veggiesaurous on this one!