Please note: All of the “sample profiles” I recommend towards the end are not profiles I’ve used.They’re cut and pasted—with a few revisions—from guys who I felt had effective profiles (By the way, looking through guys’ profiles made me feel incredibly homosexual, but I did it for the people.).After a few short messages back and forth, we agreed to hang out on a Sunday night at a local pool hall—her idea. As long as she wasn’t one of those coffee-date girls, I was happy. I’ve been on too many bad dinner dates lately and no longer feel like paying fifty bucks on a dead-end chick when I can be spending .50 on a tall frapaccino and ditching her in twenty minutes.)I was scared.Just because that coffee place in the sitcom “Friends” looked happy and lighthearted didn’t mean coffeehouses were actually like that. I had heard the horror stories—hot in her pics, disgusting in person.Most of the profiles presented to me, however, were downright awful.
My name is Dave Glenn, a high school math teacher from Southern California.
I blow every threesome; every girl I like mutates into a psycho; I’ve struck out with more women than anyone since 1995; and my sex life is a natural disaster.
There was a time when I insisted on talking on the phone, saying what needed to be said, and moving on with my life.
I’ll still respond to new emails, but in order to avoid redundancy, I decided to write this blog to address some of the problems I’m seeing.
I’ll even include actual profile excerpts from three of the guys, who I’ll refer to as Jose, Garrett, and Wayne.