You looked better online.



I should buy this t-shirt and wear it underneath my clothes on every date with guys I meet online. Just in case.

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  1. AnonymousFebruary 20, 2011 at 8:59 PM

    Just read your whole blog! Really enjoyed it- very much goes with my online dating experience what with stupid profiles and bad picture choices. It's not an easy playing field. Look forward to reading more!

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  2. Neurotic WorkaholicFebruary 23, 2011 at 12:46 AM

    Oh, I love that shirt! I totally want to wear it the next time I end up on a date with a guy who looks about ten years older than he did in his pictures.

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  3. PamFebruary 23, 2011 at 10:58 PM

    Thanks, newyork! Yeah, so far this blog is one of the only productive things to come out of my online dating experience.

    Neurotic, I saw that shirt on Zazzle, and I had to link to it. I wouldn't have the guts to actually wear it on a date, but I like to pretend.

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