Why Is Plenty Of Fish Dating Site Filled With Lust And Liars, But No Love?

Well, about a month ago I finally joined plenty of fish, a free online dating site based out of Vancouver, that many co-workers claimed was a great way to meet attractive, interesting single women. I soon found plenty of women willing to talk about … themselves, their problems, their depression, the fact they had 3 kids, a low-wage job or were so ambitious men hated them. I had dates. Well several of them, with people I knew I really wouldn’t like. One girl had a photo of herself which promised a slender brunette with a nice rack. She showed up with a rattly old clunker of a car, a really garish handbag and a (shudder) mustache! She was over-weight, shy and extremely boring. A total suburbanite. And under-employed to boot, even though she claimed to be getting her graduate degree. Yikes! I made a mistake by getting in her car (I live in an urban environment where a car is more annoying than convenient) and going for a ride. She claimed to want to “hang out” with me, but in reality she just needed A)a place to have a free drink B)a place to “pee” (eww!) and C)a place to bitch about her problems. Damn you, woman, you’re ugly and need a shave!

Finally, I met an attractive woman. But, she too was concerned about her recent weight gain (a modest 15 pounds) and the fact she was a virgin. I really want to *** her brains out, but something feels weird when we speak online. When we meet over coffee, it feels like we’re still chatting online, distant yet close but ultimately out of reach. Very frustrating.

But even though the dating site is filled with sad bored lonely women (and men–like myself, lol), people hold back and just can’t be themselves. It’s like reading a tabloid about a famous person, then when you see them walking down the street, it’s like a totally different person. You know them, but do you really “know” them?

I even met a girl I used to work with, and secretly had a crush on. But something, just like a co-worker, seems unreachable. Porn is much more satisfying, at least from the point of view of this recovering gambler….

Online dating is like reading Playboy–fluff and air-brushed lives disguised as love. Damn it, I hate this internet I’m so addicted to!

Stay tuned for online dating, v2.0