It's Back!
For months now not a soul has looked at my Onion Personal profile. At first I thought maybe the collective preference of the eligible ladies of San Francisco had swung to the opposite of me*. But soon after my people stopped visiting my profile some of my pictures disappeared, my blurbs went missing, and I stopped coming up on a search of 28 year old males in San Francisco.
Last week I finally figured out that they had turned my profile off. It's odd that it got turned off, and especially odd that I couldn't tell that my profile was turned off until I searched for myself by name. So I turned my profile back on only to discover that I still wasn't getting any traffic. I finally emailed customer service and they told me that people are much less likely to look at my profile if I don't pick a gender.
Seriously? You can't sign up for on an online dating sight without a gender. It won't let you. And on the Onion once you pick a gender you have to email customer service if you want to change it. And still it doesn't occur to them that this might be THEIR fault that I'm a genderless, dateless, person. Jerks. On the bright side I fixed it last night at I've already had two ladies look at my profile.
In other productive news I've just successfully installed a phone in my medicine cabinet. I tried a portable phone, but each room of my apartment is a Faraday cage and the phone would buzz when out of sight of its base. Not to be defeated by this minor setback, I ran a wire behind my couch, behind my fridge, over my kitchen cabinets, down a space between two of them, through the kitchen wall and into the back of my medicine cabinet. It's perfect.
Why would anyone need a phone in the bathroom? I need one there to counter-act everybody's uncanny ability to call me as soon as I sit down on the toilet. Although, now that I have a phone within easy reach of the porcelain department I haven't received a single phone call at home. Coincidence? I think not.**
*A taller than average female with light hair, dark skin, large feet, and an extra testicle.
**I've tested the phones and they still work, so it's not that.
see! i knew there had to be some explanation that had nothing to do with you....just the universe testing you. and you passed! w00t!
ReplyDeleteIt is a good thing that you had one testicle removed or you would be a taller than average woman with two, count 'em, TWO testicles. There is a silver lining in all things.
ReplyDeletemy brother has this uncanny ability to call me while HE is on the toilet... or about to be.
ReplyDeletei was going to volunteer myself to call you when you were on yours, you know, so we could chat... but then i realized the inherent grossness of that.
do you want me to have my brother call you so you can shoot the...
sorry. bad pun.
about my previous comment: I didn't understand. Forget everything I wrote.
ReplyDeleteThat is all.