Apparently, I’m A Glutton For Punishment

You know, everyone makes bad choices.

You eat that fourth slice of pizza, when you are so full your zipper is about to bust.  But you put on yoga pants and eat it anyway.

You drink that cup of coffee, at 10:00pm, knowing that it will interrupt your sleep cycle.  You just take some Nyquil with the coffee, in hopes that they will counteract each other.

I understand things like that, I’m guilty of them.

But this morning, I have realized that I am a complete glutton for punishment when it comes to dating and looking for my “soul mate”.  And chocolate.

Disclaimer: I’m pretty sure my soul mate will not be one I meet online.

Anyway, back to my insanity.

I am already tired of Tinder.  I have been, since the very first day I was on it.

Don’t worry, I’m still on Tinder.  Clearly, because of guys like this…

Because who doesn’t leave the creepy ass Joker?

Bomb Fires? Those don’t sound like fun, OR a good idea.

Does he think with this picture, that his eye color is important?

“King” is showing you that he can take care of you. Or that he is a drug dealer.

“Lets 420” with the hair on my face and chest, apparently.

Oh and in case you were wondering, I did NOT feel inclined to swipe right on any of these guys.  Well, maybe Dusty.  Only because I’m slightly curious about “Bomb Fires”.

So, because Tinder was already annoying enough, I decided to reactivate my OKCupid account.

Good Move, Dumbass.

It was not my brightest moment and I’ll probably regret it.  Fairly quickly.  But what the hell, right?  I’ll give it a shot.  If nothing else, it will prove to be entertaining.