MardiGras.com
I have a lot of friends who have signed up for match.com or nerve.com. The way it works is you post a bio, a pic, and select some criteria from pre conceived notions. Then you sift through the flotsam of people seeking the same things as you while you float across countless the radar of unknowns. After which the emailing begins – Hi, I saw your photo on Match/Nerve/J-date and … – ping pong – back and forth the emails go as you learn about a potential partner before you’ve ever even met them.
Pishaw – that’s for pussies.
Try this – mardigras.com – go stand on a corner on Fat Tuesday, spy someone, kiss them fully on the mouth, move in together within a week, make plans for the next 50 years together, travel to a foreign country and meet their family, then start emailing.