Blez-ventures in Online Dating: @PlentyofFish

This is not going to become an online dating blog. This is not going to become an online dating blog. This is not going to become an online dating blog. This is not going to become an online dating blog. This is not going to become an online dating blog. This is not going to become an online dating blog. This is not going to become an online dating blog.

And yes I actually retyped that over and over again instead of just cutting and pasting. So I am proud to announce I have done my first 72 hours as a member of Plenty of Fish. It is … interesting to say the least. Here’s the good, the bad, and the ion even much know.

The Good: There is an app for that. There is an actual Plenty of Fish app. So every time I get a flirt, a favorite or any freaking message in between I get a notification. How cute is that? Does getting messages at 2am make me a booty call? No right? Anyway that’s the good. Oh wait there are some more goods. There are some cute girls on there… wait for it… wait for it.

CUTE GIRLS THAT I KNOW IN REAL LIFE

I mean dang, the first thing I noticed when I clicked on the site were all the “familiar” faces. Some verrrry familiar, others slightly familiar, but all too familiar.

Yeah, I guess that doesn’t fit in the category of good now that I think of it.

AND WITH THAT BEING SAID…

*zooms the camera in for a closeup, taps the mic*

Dear Stud that I kinda know, who I definitely know the last time I checked was married to a amazingly gorgeous sweetheart of a femme that I also kinda know,

Yes YOU who is logged in AS I TYPE,

You better be divorced or you need your behind whooped AND furthermore you better be glad I don’t know your better-be-ex-wife or I would have had to blow up your WHOLE spot.

That’s all I got.

And to the broad whose first message to me was THIS (look to your left)… You get an F for the day.