Idea

I've been trying to think about things to write here and I was drawing a total blank.  Then I had an epiphany.

First off, I need to make a confession.  I joined a dating website recently.  It's called Plenty of Fish.  A friend of mine is on it too, and she recommended that I sign up for it.  At first I wasn't very sure about it, but I made a profile, started looking around, and actually got kind of interested.  It turns out that Los Angeles is not completely devoid of normal looking guys who are in my age group.  And very few of them look like they will rape me and leave my body in a ditch.  I've been on for about a month now, and so far I've been on dates with seven guys.  And I'm meeting another one this Wednesday.  Seriously guys, this is ridiculously fun.  That's right, Liz Jones is slutting it up big time.  Hah!

Anyway, I was thinking that it might be fun if I blogged about my internet dates on here, as well as other random funny adventures I have.  I will change their names for the sake of privacy, but I will tell each story as accurately as possible.  If I do this will anybody read it?

First up: I exchanged a few messages with a guy named Jake.  I'm not going to lie, I didn't have a great feeling about him; he seemed a tad skeezy.  I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but something was a little off about the guy.  But I reminded myself that I signed up for this thing to meet new people so I should just go for it.  And we were meeting in a well lit public area so what's the worst that could happen?  Anyway, he lives pretty far away so we decided to meet in the middle, which turned out to be in Anaheim.  I have to drive an hour to get to Anaheim, so that added to my skepticism about the situation.

We ate dinner at Bubba Gump Shrimp Co., and it actually wasn't nearly as awkward as I had expected it to be.  The conversation came fairly easily, and he had a decent sense of humor.  After dinner we walked to a bar nearby to grab a drink and keep chatting.  This is where things got weird.  It became fairly obvious that Jake intended to fill me up with booze and try to take advantage of me.  He kept trying to buy me more drinks, and he even offered to get us a hotel room (ew)!

Needless to say, I did not allow him to complete his rapey mission.  And it gets worse... when I got home I looked him up on facebook.  Relationship status: married.  I did not contact Jake again.  Lesson learned: trust your gut, Liz.  If his profile seems sketchy, he probably is.

Don't worry, my experience has greatly improved since then.  I am now older and wiser.  More stories to follow if this is actually amusing for all two of my followers (love you guys!!).