Under the shadow of night last weekend I finally decided to join the 21st Century and try online dating. I thought that it finally might not be the stuff of total geekdom and losers. I mean, it's hard as hell to meet people these days and it's become mainstream enough to be featured on the cover of the New York Times Magazine and 60 Minutes. How bad could it really be?

I put my profile up on Match.com and found that I was only half correct. It still has more than its fair share of losers and freaks. My clever, clever profile seems to attract ladies with more than a couple extra pounds who end their own profiles by saying "later, gator!" This morning I received a message from a 25 year-old paraplegic named "SexyWheels." That's a issue I won't even broach right now.

It's been absolutely worth it, though, because I had a disturbingly cool date on Friday. Everyone together now, "awwwwwwwwww." It also taught me another lesson about having you domain name equal to your "real" name. Yep. Shannon found randomness via Google. D'oh. She's crafty, that one. At any rate, that's all I'm saying for now. For the time being the comments under the Ryan Adams post will just have to placate your curiosity and need for amusement.