Run. Run like your life depended on it. I can hear the executioner's ax grinding across the floor as it comes for your head. This is a house of horrors you've just stepped into and there may not be a way out. Run. Welcome to match.com, the last website you will ever visit with your sanity in tact. It is everything you've heard and more. There are no good people here. There is only the stuff that nightmares are made of. If you are searching for true love, you have come to the wrong place. You can find only disappointment and disaster.
Welcome to the 21st century, a hopeless time where humanity has devolved into little more than bits of data on a screen. Life is a never ending cycle of submitting information and awaiting response. Thusly, we have crafted the online dating profile, an offshoot of the online stalker profile aka myspace/Facebook/tumblr/fukyuall.
Needless to say, I have found nothing but misery on these websites. Nobody cares about anything anymore. We all want a cheap fuck, a quick fling, and a lie about something more to make us feel less conceited. Love is dead. Chivalry is long buried. Let's stop lying about what we want. You will never find Prince Charming here. You would sooner poison Romeo than kiss his blood stained lips. "Oh happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die."
