[Actual lines from various profiles across several dating apps. A found poem of sorts.]
Dear future girlfriend,
Two-time winner of Monopoly beauty contest.
Spicier than vanilla. Often accused of being addictive, even in small doses.
Mostly happy with occasional spurts of go-lucky.
Passable credit.
I want a princess by day and complete submissive whore behind closed doors. Ultimately looking for long term.
Research shows the best way to know if you'll want a second date is to go on a first date.
I live on my own, and I smell nice.
Epic poet.
You agree with Socrates that the unexamined life isn't worth living, but also value life enough not to share the hemlock with him.
Life without music is pointless.
You: [this space intentionally left blank]
Please don't message me if you're a scammer who expects me to send you money. Had 2 of those already in my first 3 days here, and I wasn't born yesterday. It won't work.
Looking for friends on this planet.
Reassure me that you do, in fact, exist.
