F*#% Cupid

At the urging of some of my friends, I decided to create an online dating profile with the site OkCupid.  A few of them had found relationships, even husbands, using the site for “urban hipsters.”  While I consider myself to be neither of those things, I figured it was worth a shot and posted a few basics about myself, as well as,  a picture one of my friends labeled as “San Diego beach bimbo.”  Well, in the year and a half I have had the account, I received a number of inquiries, none of which being in my “desired age range” or even geographic area.  Sorry, I’m just not into having a long distance relationship with someone’s grandpa in Maine…

So, I’ve been cruising along, perusing the goods and ignoring the advances of those gentlemen whose profiles sound like shrines to a god (eyeroll) or anyone who appears to have the tendencies of the Unibomber or Jim Jones…But what happened yesterday, as they say “takes the cake.”

Having weeded out the “don’t, won’t and never’s,” I finally decided to take a chance and send a message to someone I thought looked cute and whose profile had me giggling with glee.  The next day, I opened up my email and was excited to see onlinecutie had written back and went immediately to site to retrieve the first and only message in my inbox.  The following is what it said:

           

            “My dad always told me to fuck blondes and marry a brunette…wanna? ;)”

Yeah, I’m serious…So, I clicked on the little button for “Account settings” and then “Delete Account.”  When a little screen popped up, “Are you sure you want to delete your account?” “Yeah,” I thought, “I’m sure…f*(# cupid.” …