Published September 20, 2013
(In response to last week’s column)
I talked to some friends who actually belong to Match.com and got their thoughts about it.
All of their comments were positive. The one friend said that he hasn’t found the love of his life yet, but he’s made some great friends through it.
Another friend mentioned that just meeting people that are going through the same thing as you is comforting. One of my besties is considering trying it. She is absolutely gorgeous and extremely caring and very fun, but she just can’t find the perfect match on her own.
Instead of “on line dating,” she likes to call it “on line daring.”
Let’s just be honest here, it’s hard to know who’s available and who’s not. Nobody wants to go to a party acting like a blood hound sniffing out the fox (no pun intended). I don’t think there’s anything wrong with taking a chance to find love.
Put down the seat! Put down the seat! Put down the seat! Put down the seat!
For Goodness sake, how many times do we have to tell you, “Put down the seat!”
You’re grown men for crying out loud. You have to reach forward to flush, just knock the seat down when you let go of the handle. If you can remember every single time to flush, we have faith in you to remember, every single time, to put the seat down.
Honestly it comes down to lack of respect if you ask me. Just like the kids think, “Eh, someone else will do it.”
No, we don’t want to do it. Just once I’d like to see the man of the house walk into the bathroom in the middle of the night, sit down just to find no rim to support him and then he quickly dips his cheeks into the ever so disgusting toilet water. Just once.
Here’s a question for you, why is it so hard for men to remember this one small task?