As I told you yesterday, I've stepped back into the realm of Internet Dating (I really like imagining you just read that in your mind with a big booming announcer voice... I can still hear it echoing). Every time I enter this territory, I feel like I do so with such gusto, well, let's face it that's kind of how I do life. I believe that it's important to be me and get that out there, like a giant billboard that screams, "HEY, WORLD! IT'S LMNT. LOVE ME. NOW!" Sometimes I wonder if the billboard approach is a little much, like maybe what's needed is the tiny little warning on your coffee cup that subtly reminds you, "The beverage you are about to enjoy might be hot."
Yeah, maybe subtlety works, but come on. You know me, subtle is not really my thing. If it were up to me, disposable coffee cups would be imprinted with the following statement, "Hey, idiot. This overpriced mochaccinodeleche you just purchased is burn-your-tongue hot. Don't be fooled by the foam. Consider yourself warned. Oh and you can't sue us now. Neener neener." Because even if I were trying to be subtle with the first statement, "the beverage you're about to enjoy, la di da," what I'm really thinking is that second statement, "neener neener." So why waste any one's time, right? Right. So, billboard it is.
Only when you go all billboardy on your dating profile, you are taking HUGE risks. Risk number one: you scare people away. Some may argue that the right person won't be scared off, but first impressions are everything here and it's a game of numbers. In order to play the odds I need more than one person to not be turned off by the crazy I'm broadcasting. Risk number two: crazy attracts crazy. I don't really want a billboardy person myself--let's face it, too many billboards might clutter this freeway of love; I don't need competition. I just want someone who is intrigued by my billboard and wants to learn more--kind of like how I feel when I drive by the Abercrombie & Fitch boys on the side of the building on 4th Ave in the south end of downtown Seattle. You Seattlites know the one. First you're like, "Ho hum, billboard." And then you're like, "Whoa! Hello, billboard! Can you even put pictures like that on billboards? And I don't see any Abercrombie & Fitch clothing on there. Come to think of it, I don't see any clothing on there." And then you're like, "Psst, billboard, I need to see more than what you're showing me. Agh! Eyes on the road."
Wait. No. I'm not talking about naked Abercrombie & Fitch models. It's not really like that billboard at all. I mean it is, but it isn't. I'm not talking about putting scantily clad pictures of me on the Internets and exposing my flesh in order to make people want to get to know me--it has NOT come to down to that, yet. What I'm talking about is exposing my dorkiness as my hook. Enough with the similes and metaphors. Here's the deal: I put a slew of pictures on the site to try visually create the story of me, and then when I went in to caption them I had a stroke of genius (or madness) to write each caption as if it were a fascinating part of the story. So gather round little Internets and I'll read you the tale I like to call, "The Day LMNT Used Children's Literature to Snag Herself a Fellow."
Once upon a time there was a girl named LMNT.
Sometimes she has long hair...
... and sometimes she wears hats.
Sometimes she does crazy things like guest grounds keeping at Safeco Field (read: smile and hold the shovel)...
... or running Marathons like this one in Vancouver, BC in 2006. She sure makes it look fun, doesn't she?
LMNT likes wigs, stage makeup, and rocking on (or hooking 'em horns?).
She thinks margaritas in paradise are grand. Zihuatenejo works for her (as do infinity pools).
She looks forward to the day when she meets her match and they live happily ever after. The End.
There you have it, Internets, my billboard. I was particularly proud of the last picture and caption and how it really ties the whole fairy tale together with a nice little bow--sigh, some day my prince will come. And in the meanwhile, hopefully someone or sometwo or somemany good ones want to get in on that kind of crazy/pure creative genius--as I continually and consistently demonstrate, the line between the two is very very blurry.
8 comments:
haha, I loved your comment "crazy attracts crazy". I am totally with you there, but then my one foray into internet dating got me stuck with the yawnfest... not sure how. so good luck, I am looking forward to hear your highlights of blind dates. I mean you can only think of them as adventures otherwise most of them will make you want to turn away from dating forever more...
Hells Bells, you KNOW what I am going to say......
http://blog.okcupid.com/index.php/dont-be-ugly-by-accident/ is about the only advice I would suggest to any putting together their online portfolio of pictures for dating.
@burtlo: It appears I need a new camera... and an iPhone. One for the pictures and the other for good luck.
This post made me smile. I'm looking forward to hearing all about your adventures.
Great billboard! You'll be a star, just like everything else you do.
burtlo's article is a riot!
i think if you really want the quality guys to bite, you'll also need to add an exposed stomach shot, like recently posted, to your billboard ad. guys like stomachs...
I think introducing islam series has a good point.
And I've always been hooked on your dorkiness. I pretty much adore you.
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