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Mancation: Tindering

Let’s be honest: I’m too pretty to need online dating. Ok … maybe that’s a little vain, but I’ve never claimed to be without faults.

The author’s Tinder page. (Photo by Jaimie Beebe)

The author’s Tinder page.
(Photo by Jaimie Beebe)

When my super hot girlfriend told me she’s been using the Tinder Dating App I laughed at her. But, she said she’s been meeting really nice guys that have the same interests she does and she goes on several dates a week searching for her one true love. She also gets free dinner almost every time, so it suddenly seemed like a great idea.

I was running out of options to find Prince Awesome anyway. Online dating seemed better than looking for lust at an A.A. meeting (although several of my girlfriends swear by those places). And I’ve seen all those online dating TV commercials with the couple kissing by the ocean after a long walk on the beach, so it could work.

After installing the free app in my iPhone I was prompted to either create my profile or import it from Facebook. I’m lazy so I chose to import it. Laying in bed eating ice cream in my pajamas and searching for boys in bulk is what dating has become for me. I could get used to this! I may never leave my house or wear real clothes again.

There were gobs of guys to choose from. The app tells me geographically how close they are to me, shows me a few photos of the guys, a short bio, what they’re interested in and if we have any Facebook friends in common.

He's a "Nope" (Photo by Jaimie Beebe)

He’s a “Nope”
(Photo by Jaimie Beebe)

My job was to stamp their face with a “Nope” or a “Like” and hope for a match.

It’s an automatic “Nope” if they use a photo of themselves with a girl or Richard Simmons, if their bio says anything about hooking up, if they use improper grammar in their bio, if they have a topless photo, if they have a beer in every photo, or if the photos look like they were taken 10 years ago.

If they live more than eight miles away it’s likely they’ll get a “Nope” since my car is usually broken down and I hate traffic.

It’s a “Like” if they’re super hot in at least two photos.

Three hours and a tub of ice cream later I had 42 matches! That means we both clicked “Like” — my one true love could be somewhere in this massive list of macho men.

As soon as we were “matched” the messages started rolling in. First order of business was to pick out the “red flag” guys and toss them out of the ring.

Proposing marriage? Nope. (Photo by Jaimie Beebe)

Proposing marriage? Nope.
(Photo by Jaimie Beebe)

1. Marriage proposal? Red flag: Co-dependent with mommy issues.
2. Asking for a Facebook request? Red flag: Total stalker with trust issues.
3. A long boring message with run-on sentences? Red flag: Uninspired sex life.
4. Some conversations are just destined to fail. This is my personal favorite:
“STEVE”: Be honest: did you get presents in your stocking or coal? (Using proper grammar deserves a response from me.)
ME: Haha! No presents this year – I’m single… What about you? (Just wanted to throw it out there that I’m the type of girl that expects presents when I’m not single.)
STEVE: Um, I think you’re confusing Christmas and Valentine’s Day. I’m Jewish, so no presents for me. (Really? Jewish people don’t get presents? This probably isn’t going to work out.)
ME: I didn’t know you were Jewish. (Stating the obvious helps when you’ve got nothing else to say.)
STEVE: You’d make a realllllly bad Nazi. (Um… yeah. Kind of an awkward joke, but I’m sure I can top it.)
ME: If you wore a big yellow star it would help…. (Probably not funny.)

It’s a match! Two of them in fact. (Photo by Jaimie Beebe)

It’s a match! Two of them in fact.
(Photo by Jaimie Beebe)

STEVE: No matter how well we end up getting along, I am never, ever, “taking a shower” with you. (I nearly pissed myself laughing so I hope he was trying to be funny rather than serious.)

Not wanting to completely blunder online dating, I was able to find two guys that seemed normal enough to meet outside of my iPhone. It made sense to schedule them both for a date on the same night so I only had to pick out one outfit and if I didn’t like them I wouldn’t have to waste two nights worth of make up.

I think I’m starting to get good at this online dating thing. The hard work is done and all I have to do is show up and wow them!


About the author

Jaimie Beebe

Jaimie Beebe is 36 years old, single, modern, and a Renaissance woman. She’s a writer, world traveler, Playboy model, amateur magician, casting director, producer, band manager, and occasional star fucker (only the really hot ones). At 17 Jaimie left home to follow the jam band Phish, spent months at a Rainbow Gathering, protested logging in Oregon, and made the local Ohio papers getting arrested for organizing a topless march. Slightly famous for rebuilding her Hollywood Hills home in a bikini after a contractor stole her money and left town, she created an online webisode “Bikini Builders” where followers could donate money, tools, and supplies to recoup her losses. Scantily clad babes in bikinis on camera can accomplish almost anything. Jaimie holds a Master’s Degree in Music Management and a Bachelor’s Degree in Photography. Working in the entertainment industry she has produced commercials and music videos with A-list clients. Currently she juggles running her successful casting career (www.jaimiecasting.com) with writing her blogs, reviews, and a variety of pieces for different publications. Mancation is her documentation of adventures in dating. Join Jaimie in the struggle to find mister right, or possibly just mister right now in a world of online dating, social media, and crazy Hollywood nights. See our hero navigate the deliriously deranged dating world, and explore all the available options to sniff out a worthy contender. Feel free to follow along on Instagram: FeatherGirl77 and Twitter @jaimiebeebe as well as Facebook www.facebook.com/mancation.story for a daily dose of her dating disasters. Contact the author.
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