You join a fairly useless social network that claims to have real results in getting you matched up with the object of your desire.
You attempt to network at "happy hours," and fail miserably 99% of the time.
Somehow, you end up sitting across the table from a virtual stranger, trying to carry on a conversation.
Congratulations! You nailed it!
And after the honeymoon period...
You realize that this kind of sucks.
Every day is now terrible.
You finally reach your breaking point...
Annnnddddd, you're out!
You're free!
But then you realize...this kind of sucks too.
And you're right back where you started.
