Love is truly a numbers game, and these men knew this.
That, my friends, was the biggest takeaway -- that, and the fact that a doe-eyed, 5-foot-10, 150-pound Asian man does not make a convincing top.
The human race must have really pissed off a love god from some pantheon to be punished with the literal hell that is OKStupid.
Although I have no plans to meet with any of the men from my speed-dating event, I'm glad I went.
They went into this round with just as much enthusiasm and vigor as they'd done the first time -- even if they were wearing T-shirts.
I might have had better luck convincing them I was a a very lost and confused lesbian. I was bottoming out after talking to guy after guy for .
My voice was so hoarse that it was one broken leg away from a glue factory, and my personality had a heavy case of whiskey d**k.
I tried to make my chest seem bigger, deepened my voice and swigged my sh***y beer like I was in a square state.
Alas, despite my greatest efforts, I was not a very convincing top.