The Blurred Lines of Love Online dating, for years it's been seen as one of the most desperate ways to meet someone. The possibility of meeting people who were unstable, lying about their identity, or complete psychopaths drove most sane people away. Lately with more and more people spending time on their computers, tablets and phones, it's been given a massive popularity boost. I never really got into the whole dating scene in general to me it was for people looking to settle down or people looking for sex. I was a decent looking man, not extremely strong or macho but fit enough for an active life, I kept myself clean, my light brown hair managed as long as it didn't get too long in which case it became ridiculously curly and out of control. So I didn't have much trouble with women but I was content with being without those complications for now. My friends however felt differently. One morning I was going through my emails as I do every morning and there I saw something new. There was an email in my in-box with the label POF. I figured it was spam but I felt curious so I opened it. It was a regular email greeting, Hi thanks for joining our site, edit your profile, upgrade your account etc etc. There was only two things wrong here, one I had never heard of a website called POF before, and two the name at the top of the page was Carli, the name of one of my best friends. Of course it was Carli, she had been driving me insane lately telling me I need to go out and meet someone. Apparently a friend who isn't in a relationship has to be miserable, so what's the better solution than to toss him into the world of online dating. She had even written a profile up for me and posted one of the worst pictures imaginable right on the site. Looking over at the clock it was 8:14am, she was definitely asleep right now, perfect. Dialing her number I let it ring until I got her voice mail, I hung up immediately and redialed. It took three more of these until she finally picked up “What?” she grumbled sleepily. “So Plenty of Fish sounds like a fun site,” I said calmly into the phone. “Chris? It's eight in the morning, what the hell are you doing calling me?! …but everything was about to change
