I decided to try online dating to prove to myself that I still know how to talk to men. It turns out I don't. In a vast world of normal people, I don't think my quirky charm really translates online. Here is what I finally decided on for my Bumble profile:
I figure honesty is always the best policy. Why not lay it all out on the line from the jump? Here are some other bios I had considered:
As much as I love RBG, I felt like that would go over too many heads. Perhaps some good old self-deprecation?
The #tooreal edit:
I don't feel like I have a sexy bone in my body. I am not smooth. I am painfully genuine and wear my heart on my sleeve. I audibly gag when I am nervous. Me trying to flirt is like trying to sneak out of the middle of an aisle during a movie and knocking the drinks out of the cup holders. There is no going back after that.
One great thing about working in palliative care is that I know we all die alone. Even surrounded by your long lineage of loving family, only you shuffle off this mortal coil when the time comes. I have no fear of dying alone. Bring on that spinster life!
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