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I'm not desperate, not anymore. If you had asked me if I was desperate three years ago, I still would have answered, "No," or in some other form of denial. With the onset of the Internet, people appear to become less desperate each year, including me. Now, instead of public desperation they perform all of their desperate acts in privacy, at their home computer. This applies mostly to singles,searching for love online. I remember vividly when online dating was only for people with the letter 'L' permantently tattooed to their forehead, also known as complete losers. The desperates, and I was one on them. I signed up for Internet dating web sites long before pop culture accepted them. I wrote emails with smiley icons and flirted electronically .Initially, I signed up for five sites, figuring I could keep up, (and remember passwords) to each. at first, this was fairly easy. Then as the popularity and number of singles sites increased I continued to sign up for even more. Before I knew it, I had signed up for approximately. twenty-five sites. I was ashamed and nobody knew that I spent most of my free time dating, online. I checked my emails during my lunch hour at work, even on what used to be my smoke breaks. It wasn't long before my continuous upkeep started to feel like an addiction in its beginning stages, but technically it wasn't an addiction, I was just that much of a desperate. However, as more people signed up for singles and friendship sites, I became less of a loser and slowly integrated into the new ritualistic dating norm. I began to notice my fellow co-workers, and real life friends on what used to be secret sites. My secret was out , and so was theirs. We had become so disappointed by the flesh and blood dates we had been on that we were forced to create a singles ad, just to meet someone sufficient enough to actually share a meal with. Today, as a culture, we appear to be convinced that our perfect match is out there, so convinced that an astonishing number of us are searching all at once. Searching in our home towns, in another country's,across oceans,and just a twenty hour flight away. What used to be traditional courting is now expressed electronically in a three by five inch glittering rose delivered to us my john doe, who is so romantic, and...who knows what else john is. Our romantic options have increased from our home towns to billions. The local grocer is taken, by a woman in India, and she's his soul mate. We are more picky too, of course, but are we desperate for perfection? Prior to dating sites some of us were willing to date men who did not once bring us flowers. Now we receive flowers most days, by different men, only in a new and different electronic form. Are people more desperate for love then they were ten years ago, or are we just faster at pinning the difference between dates and soul mates?

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