Dennis M. Ayotte, Jr. is La Prensa's resident Writer-at-large with many of his own MAN issues. Follow his column as his shares his tales of success, his failures, insecurities, unique views on life and occasional rants.
S.A..- Dennis M. Ayotte, Jr. is La Prensa's resident Writer-at-large with many of his own MAN issues. Follow his column as his shares his tales of success, his failures, insecurities, unique views on life and occasional rants.
By Dennis M. Ayotte, Jr
According to a couple of my friends “Everyone is doing it.”
Lately, they’ve been adamant that I join the world of online dating and reap its many benefits. Unfortunately, I consider it the “sale rack” of dating and shopping the sale racks for women is not my style.
My friends insist I’m crazy and think my “sale rack” theory is absurd. Yet, I remind them that I’ve seen the crop of online girls they bring around, and that they’re barely batting above the Mendoza line as far as quality goes. I’ve seen them fall for girls with profile pictures that were taken circa 2003 and lame “About me” sections claiming they’re athletic, fun, and outgoing only to find out they have six cats and live at home with their mom.
Don’t get me wrong they’ve brought around a couple of potential keepers (emphasis on potential). Most had daddy-issue though and not exactly the girl you want to take home to mom (dad might like her though).
Normally I’m one for change and down to try new things. In this case the whole online dating thing is too weird and when it comes to a quirky ‘bio’, a list of boring interests and outdated profile pictures—I’ll pass.
Moreso, I don't want some chick going Carrie Underwood on me and slashing my tires, taking Louisville Sluggers to my headlights and keying my car.
I need substance, a female that can relate and most of all one who knows how to laugh. What you can learn from ten minutes of face-to-face coversation with a someone trumps what you could learn by stalking her profile for days--all day long.