Dating in the computer age—There's Tinder, Grindr, OkCupid, FarmersOnly, Clown Lovers, Craigslist Casual Encounters, Adult Friend Finder, Ashley Madison, Plenty Of Fish, JDate, Christian Mingle, BBW Cupid, FurryMate.....Fetster....Beer Passions...Cougar Life.....Match.com....Naturist Passions.....Cat Lovers Network....Singles With Allergies....the list is endless.
Can you really swipe, click, match, wink your way to true love?
This week, we shine the spotlight on Pink Cupid....
Site Slogan: Meet your lesbian match
Much like their male counterparts, lesbians love to share pictures of their genitals. Pink Cupid would be more appropriately called plenty of fish. Also, it was was the only site so far that asked me for my cup size .
Because of my bi -curious background, (see: college, liquid lesbianism) I felt that I could log on to Pink Cupid with a pretty clear conscience. I was not only a journalist, but a semi, or at least formerly, bi-curious lipstick.
Did you know that lesbians who aren't super femme, but yet not terribly butch are called Chapstick lesbians?
HOT TO NOT RATIO: 1 out of 14
BEST PICK UP LINE: "When I'm around you I can't think straight."
WORST PICK UP LINE: “I’ll kill just to make you smile, but in the end when you do smile… I’m the one dead because I fall so hard for ur smile every time."
NUMBER OF CORRESPONDENCES IN ONE WEEK: 30
Approach/Chat Up Line: Feeling so fly like a G-spot.
Conversation Skills/Rapport: Had a high, girlish voice and matching adorable giggle.
Closing Skills: Counter clockwise swirl
GIRL MY MOM WOULD WANT ME TO DATE:
Approach/Chat Up Line: Boldly go where no man has gone before.
Conversational Skills/Rapport: Oozing with confidence, like a gangsta rapper
Closing Skills: Gets more pussy than you.
Approach/Chat Up Line: Let's a have a fun, summer fling!
Conversation Skills/Rapport: Mel is a sassy gal.
Closing Skills: Has a tongue but she’s afraid to use it
HELL TO THE NO GIRL:
Approach/ Chat Up Line: I just want to be loved… is that so wrong?
Conversation Skills/Rapport: Maybe I should publish this under a pseudonym.
Closing Skills: She'll penetrate you, but not in a way that feels good.
BLOW BY BLOW DATE SUMMARY:
If I didn't know better, I would have assumed Lisa was an undercover reporter sent to dish on the fish. She was a really pretty blonde and the fact that I found this more threatening than alluring made me question all those tween girl on girl make outs I had back in the day.
She was also ultra feminine, in Balenciaga angle boots and skinny jeans and just gotten out of a long-term relationship with a fella.
After a few drinks at the gay Mecca that is The Abbey, we both confessed that our interest in the same sex would be confined to, at best, above the waist, but pink Cupid did not have an "above the waist lesbian" option.
This was never the way I planned, not my intention. I felt so brave drink in hand, lost my discretion.
That's a Katy Perry lyric. I didn't kiss a girl, I didn’t get to taste her cherry Chapstick, but we did show each other our boobs in the bathroom.
I didn't really make for a good lesbian.
My hetero flirting relies heavily on banter and I felt severely handicapped with Lisa. Girls don't really banter with each other. It's either a mechanism for flirting or for male one-upmanship. With girls I tend to complain about my inner thighs, how high heels hurt my flat feet, and if Keagle exercises really work.
It's an all around Boner killer. But Lisa and I made plans to pick up dudes this weekend.