Sometime back in early November of 2013, I created an account on the popular dating site OkCupid. I spent the next 8 weeks interacting with women on the site, exchanging messages and phone numbers, and then if all went well, I would meet them in person for a drink or two.
I went out on about a dozen dates over that time. Some were good, some were pretty bad, some never even happened at all. It was never my intention to find love or to “meet someone to come home to” off the site. Simply put, I wanted to get laid.
I wanted to find someone whose company I enjoyed, but who also might have allowed me to have some semi-meaningless sex with them at the end of the night. (or the beginning of the night) I’m not sure if that intention is right or wrong, but it’s honest.
Over the next 12 weeks, I posted one entry every Sunday explaining in detail what happened on each date, what didn’t happen, and what I wished had happened. All names have been changed to protect the innocent. Any references to persons, places, or things is purely not coincidental.
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