I just found out that my brother met his current live-in gf on here! How fackin hilarious is that!? Now, I'm intrigued. What? This site isn't all about stringless sex!? He's officially contradicted my first impression of POF! What a schmuck, I was totally satisfied with my original assumption that this was worthless in the pursuit of REAL relationship bliss. This is how I came to my first impression of POF(of which I now officially hold 5 impressions of--3 "dates", 2 vicarious experience):
My ex went on here after I broke up with him for the 10th time (orrr....was that the 11th?) I digress. He emailed back and forth with some chick, a teacher apparently (which doesn't equate to intelligence, just in case this is what you think I'm insinuating, in fact I may be doing the opposite!). In less than 24 hrs of emailing, she came to his place, they boned and he experienced an immediate ego boost sans erection. And, I really hope he reads this! :D Maybe I should favorite him and see what happens! Oh.oh.oh...my wheels are creaking.

The question is, why would anyone search out instant gratification, anyhow? What is your instant gratification? F*ckn frozen yogurt sounds innocent enough! Naturally, I was curious about this site. He found an inflatable ego, a love hangover healer, but is this what the site is really all about? Only one way to find out! This is my dilemma: how can I too find immediate gratification? That's easy. But wait, is this what I really want?

No, no...I like aged, sophisticated cheese, not prepackaged Americana slices that are one ingredient away from being plastic. My previous rant on here was about revenge and rebounds...but seriously, I wasn't serious. ;) The sweetness of revenge turns rancid overnight and a rebound is a simple flash before our eyes intended to reboot our memories like that little gadget from Men in Black.

Maybe, we should be more analytical about why we're really here and think critically AND objectively about what went wrong, why and how we can avoid future relationship blunders instead of plundering irresponsibly, aimlessly like any dysfunctional love drunk in denial.

I previously claimed to be here for friends and activity partners...that was and IS the truth. However, I never said that if I did meet a guy that shared the same hobbies and happens to fit the idealistic mold I've created in my superficially Americanized mind, that I would hesitate to mate. I'm here to meet other people that are into boardsports and of relatively high caliber intelligence and ambition. I'm very busy, so hopefully you are too and somehow we can coordinate some hang-out time. I am working toward a bachelors/masters in Hospitality and Tourism so I can conquer the world one resort at a time. Yet, I do believe strongly in right livelihood, thus whatever work I do it must contribute to a healthier and/or better ecosystem. So like eco-travel and resorts would be my niche, I suppose!

There are plenty of things that make me unique, in particular my genes make me unique, duh! I taste lots of music, but I love house music, 80s, mash-ups and anything I can dance to. I am very amiable and I can get along with almost anyone...in fact, I'm famous for flattering haters. I love doing that. Kill 'em with kindness sort of thing...I just love watching them squirm in their wretched form!

If you're not into snowboarding and/or wakeboarding, I'm not sure it'd work out because I have a really tight SCHEDULE (wink, wink) and 90% of my precious, VERY limited free time is spent engaging in these hobbies/sports. Oh, and I'm not interested in dating anyone with kids, but I would consider being friends and/or activity partners...and by that...I mean boardsports, duh! Get your boys out of the gutter, minds!

I live life out loud and I won't be shhhhed. I have tales to spill about the fish I've caught on here. The first was cool, shared hobbies, zero chem. 2nd was a total hook-up PIG so I got scheisty with him, I held out and didn't call...so then he messages me "so are we like deciding not to date" what a fool. I was like "well, you don't snowboard so it probably won't work, but maybe we could like be friends and go to concerts or other friend things you do" I was trying to let him down easy, and then he totally denied my friend offer! Eww! So I blocked the crap out of him and then he has the nerve to send me a "happy thanksgiving baby girl" text! So I texted back: "Lose my number" (I hope that killed this turkey's appetite)...and sat in sick wonderment about how many girls he mass texted that message to because he's probably a serial dater on here or something. Twisted! The 3rd was a charm. I'm bookmarking here to let you simmer in the throes of suspense.
UPDATE: Some random guy asks me out TONIGHT for dinner and drinks. Here's what I reply: "seriously? is that how you roll!? I'm busy...but even if I wasn't...your profile doesn't say anything about you so how would i know if I would want to spend my precious tuesday night with a someone that may or may not be of interest to me? I am not this type of girl who looks at a picture and says ok...sure...that is desperation...do I look desperate? I'm not. LOL. Anyway, sorry if I come off as rude...but seriously, I'm not that girl that goes out with some random person that decides to grow the balls to ask me out without offering any inking as to why they are even interested in meeting me, and fails to provide information on themselves and why I should be interested in them... Frankly, your approach is the most absurd and lame I have encountered yet."

First dates aren't meant to be awkward, so I guess I would bring them to a country western bar, order two shots of whiskey, drink them both, ride the mechanical bull naked except for my cowgrrl boots and share my passion for orgasmic fantasy. Then, we would go to a karaoke bar and sing a duet, probably "I got you, babe" or "I've had the time of my life" theme song for Dirty Dancing, get some rings out of those quarter machines at the laundromat while we tend to our dirty laundry and head straight to one of those drive-thru wedding chapels in our fresh linens.