So OKC is happening, and nothing's happening. Well, barely anything. There have been a couple of nibbles, but only a couple, either from ones who are complete messes, or ones who are impossibly far away. And spam. Loads and loads of spam. SO MUCH SPAM.
Dunno. The profile is good, I think, but it might be too wordy. I could scrap that and go to something shorter and pithier. Chicks like pith. And I know my pictures aren't the greatest -- a couple of silly selfies, and some other shots taken by, you know, other people. But those are pretty rare. Even rarer are ones I actually am not ashamed of.
The librarians' conference had a service of free professional head shots, which sounds like a great idea, only it was highly restricted -- just the very first morning of the conference, and ten minute slots. So, 24 people altogether, which is jack shit.
So, more selfies perhaps. I do have a nice horsehead mask which should get some use. Working with the self-timer on the iPad is going to be tricky, though.
Then again, at some point, online dating just becomes another reflection of external reality. Women aren't generally attracted to me -- it's that simple, and it's been the story since, well, forever. It's the old theory that something is plainly obvious to everyone but myself. And what could that possibly be? I have no idea. There have been hints over the years that some are intimidated by me, only I find that so completely ridiculous that I can't take that at all seriously. I mean, look at me. Look at my history. There's nothing to be intimidated by. Literally nothing. And yes, I'm different than most other guys, and being different is only attractive to one very specific point, which is not far at all. I'm well past that, into weird.
So yeah. It's coming down to a few possibilities: a) I am simply unattractive, b) this Hamilton thing is working against me, or c) me as weirdo, or d) some combination of those.
And there's not much to be done about those things, is there?
Not to be depressing and self-deprecating, but the mind naturally goes there in an exercise like this.
Just keep compulsively checking the website, and seeing nothing happening. It's a real anvil on the ego, I tell you that.