Dating in your twenties, and maybe dating in general, is a lot like playing "asshole." You close your eyes and hope for the high cards but inevitably there's going to be a few mixed in there that you just simply don't want. So you play your game as best you know how and try not to end up the asshole. There are always winners and losers, but mostly a whole lot of middle ground.
There are few things more exciting than a really great first kiss. Unless of course you're throwing up on your date in the process. I'm going to safely assume that's not so terrific. You know what else is pretty great? Holding hands. Unless you nab yourself a man with hands so slimed up with sweat you have to check in the mirror to make sure you're not out on a date with Flipper. Oh, and then there's the sex. But it's too early in the game to get into that because let's face it, more times than not, that's where the magic doesn't happen.
My name is Ginger and you're going to get to know me over the next few months unless you get sick of my kvetching before the end of this paragraph in which case, you're really missing out. And the tall blonde, her name is Jame-O. We're named after a cocktail, not a clown, you moron so get that idea out of your head immediatly. We are here to go on dates; to share stories and experiences from the sometimes taboo but ultimately highly uncharted territory that is online dating. All of this of course, will happen in between cocktails. Lots of them.
Raise your hand if you have a profile on Match.com. Do it. The only person who's going to find out is the only person who's known all along because we're all far too ashamed to admit we'd ever try online dating. But think about it! Instead of playing facebook for half my workday I can scan through hundreds of eligible bachelors doing what I do best: judging them. Then we'll meet up in an exquisitely public place where they will buy me drinks and we'll get liquored up and laugh about how "we'd never thought about online dating before but..." While all this is going on, I'll be tossing around the opening sentences for the blog post I'll be up late writing after I kiss (or don't kiss) this sucker goodbye. Welcome to our social experiment. Chow down and drink up, it's going to be a wild ride.
-Ginger
