As a 22 year old going on 30, I’m sorely disappointed in world of online dating. I leave you with these kind, parting words:
Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
[Matt Groening](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matt_Groening)
It’s a seller’s market for the women out there. Next in line, please.
Those ice weasels can be bastards. Also, that site is scary. Shell out the bucks for match.com or nerve. You know that whole "you get what you pay for" thing.
What? You’re 22? It’s okay. Mom will find you someone.
As someone you recently labelled as "uncommitted", I must say that you barely put yourself out there. If you really think that all you have to do is fill out a survey and browse through some pictures to find the love of your life then it’s no wonder you’re still single. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Good luck with that.
That’s okay, she was chubby anyway.
Roslyn, how exactly did you meet your current boyfriend again?
Did I mention that she sucks and you’re so better off not meeting her anyway? Oh, then yeah.