Well, new friend, here we are. If you found my page, you must be a curious stalker, looking for some good entertainment. Grab your popcorn and buckle up. If you're like me, you might even have second-hand embarrassment. Hi, I'm Beth. Apparently, I've resorted to marketing. I would like the record to show this wasn't Plan A. Plan A was to meet a wonderful man organically—probably while reaching for the same book in a charming independent bookstore, or when our flights were inexplicably upgraded, and we ended up sitting next to each other on the way to London. But "organic" secretly had a lot of pesticides. Plan B was dating apps. I could share with you my photo album entitled "Profiles from Hell" that has over 150 men dressed as clowns (no shade to Ronald), on ventilators, asking for a third person to join their marriage, and some unusually close to their cows. And now here we are. I have a QR code. Honestly, why not? The dating game has changed, a...
Dating Apps Made Me Do This
Tired of online dating? Know a man who has teeth and a job? Who knows how to spell "divorce" and say something more than "Sup?" Perhaps one who doesn't take a selfie in their doctors office?