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OK, Stupid


I reactivated my OK Cupid account last week. It may be because I’m bored, or it could be that I need something to think about other than how much I hate the holidays.  I’m not sure. I can’t really explain it.  I didn’t think I had any interest in dating or coupling up.

I was last on OK Cupid four years ago, when I lived in San Francisco, and I know exactly why.  I thought that if I had someone new to obsess on,   I would obsess less on the then-object of my desire, a 27-year-old felon who loved America like he loved guns, God and visiting days.   At the time I was suffering from the residual impact of prolonged pharmaceutical abuse.

My first go round with OK Cupid was satisfactory  — I got over the felon  — but I was ultimately scarred by the experience.   I  didn’t know that I’d be popular simply by merit of my gender, and with a deluge of suitors,  I  started to feel pretty good about myself.   I took new pictures rather than using my go-to — a headshot from 1995 — and fed a few of them into a program called MyBestFace.   It was a mistake. MyBestFace suggests the most appealing photos to use  based  on click data generated through a side-by-side comparison of similar users.   The algorithm determined that users similar  to me were thin-lipped ladies in their 70s.

I was crushed. My self-confidence evaporated, and I deleted my profile.

On Tuesday, when I reactivated it, I replaced the 1995 headshot with a recent (albeit soft-focus) photo, and  added a muscley picture which I hoped would convey that men looking for breasts would be disappointed.  I wrote that I didn’t drive, smoked like a chimney and ate like a three year old, and  I noted that I could be on OK Cupid in search of material for my blog.   It was a statement that was both  true and strategic — I  figured that if I wasn’t flooded with interest,  I could tell myself that it was because desirable men would know better than to make themselves a target.

I signed off after I updated my profile and went about my day, carrying on like I always do. I responded to emails,  returned phone calls,  and finished some overdue copy.  I played 47 rounds of Words with Friends, added 14 {{citationneeded}} templates to Wikipedia, went to the gym, and dicked around on Facebook.  At around 10:00,  I logged back on to OK Cupid.  I was thrilled! 252 people liked me,  and I had 25 messages.

Unfortunately, 18 of them were from men who fell into the not-with-a-forty-foot-pole category.   Three were from a guy in El Segundo, who sent the OK Cupid equivalent of a form letter.  ( “So what if I was the right guy for you …” followed by “Tell me why, you would be so Amazing in a Relationship” and finally “Let’s meet for a drink! Bet we have chemistry!”)   There was a message from  Carpentry147, who wrote “Just weird,” and a  message from a 26-year-old in Alhambra inviting me to attend a results-guaranteed  transformational self-improvement seminar.   There was a smart message from a stunningly  handsome and  age appropriate man, but it was marked with a bot-generated warning not to  transfer funds to someone you met on the Internet and to keep conversations safely on OkCupid.

I was disappointed but not defeated. I  gamely scrolled through the hundreds of guys that OK Cupid suggested, and read the profiles of men who were considered  at least 80% likely to be a  match. They included  a  fellow who chose the screen name “Farter,” a 23-year-old who listed Dumb and Dumber as his favorite movie and,  at 93%,  “ToBeYourBitch,” a chubby man in black satin knickers, a lace camisole, and a Marlo Thomas circa That Girl wig.

I was about to give up when I came across a good looking writer.  A  90%  match!   We exchanged messages, and he got in touch with me on  Facebook.  He seemed promising:  we  were both friends (or, y’know, “friends”) with Jennifer Egan.  But when I asked how he knew her, he was stumped.   He didn’t know her, and he didn’t know that she had won a Pulitzer Prize for fiction.  I found this far more troubling than his request that I send him photos of my nipples.

In the time it’s taken to write this post,  I’ve gotten nine more emails.   One is from a 94%er looking for a woman interested in the HotWife lifestyle,  and another is from a guy in Ohio who really admires  my beauty and “will like to know more about you and see if we can work out our differences.”   I may not know why I’m on OK Cupid,  but I’m suitably distracted, and fully entertained.  And as RonnieC (42 in Carson) pointed out,  “Life ends when you stop dreaming, hope ends when you stop believing and love ends when you stop caring. So dream hope and love.  Or whatever.”

11 comments on “OK, Stupid

  1. Karen Davidson
    November 24, 2015

    I love your candid writing – so powerful and ahem..:funny . There’s always hope; dear Julie!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Karen Woods
    November 24, 2015

    Funny as hell, as usual.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Andy Schwartz
    November 25, 2015

    The “HotWife lifestyle” — could that be what “the chubby man in black satin knickers, a lace camisole, and a Marlo Thomas circa That Girl wig” is searching for?


  4. Felice Ellen
    March 13, 2017

    If you think you’re grayish, try OkCupid when you are 72.
    I’m only getting hits from guys 18 to 35.
    My adventures, even more Twighlight zone-ish can be found on


    • Julie Farman
      March 24, 2017

      Sorry – I just saw this! I can’t wait to check out onliinedatingwhileold!


      • Felice Ellen
        March 24, 2017

        Let me know what you think.

        I’ve been following your blog since I started on this dating idiocy, and think it’s the best by far on the subject.
        My blog wins gold in my age category too, however, I have absolutely no competition.
        It’s amazing how much we have in common.


      • Julie Farman
        March 25, 2017

        Felice! I LOVE IT. I’m devouring it. More later, for now just wanted to YESSSSSSS.


  5. A
    July 29, 2018

    Any further luck, three years on?


    • Felice
      August 3, 2018

      Actually, I’ve only been at this for two years. I’ve had but moderate success, as you learned from my blog, but for me it’s been an adventure.
      I married a boy I met just before high school graduation and met my second husband shortly after deciding to divorce my first. So, unlike many of my aged peers, and most women now in their forties, i had no prior dating life. I completely missed the sexual revolution.
      I’ve been busy catching up.
      I’m now dating a very nice man who actually likes me, and for all the right reasons. I’m not sure where this is going, (neither of us wants to marry , both of us are happy in our own homes) but I’m going along for the very pleasant ride.
      And before you have to ask, we met through Our Time.


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