Okay, so this is a random collection of inappropriate tittle-tattle based on a great deal of surfing the popular online self-harming festival that is Guardian Soulmates. It is for ladies over the age of about thirty, as I tend to avoid women younger than that. I’m sorry, but you’re often frighteningly well-adjusted. And that won’t do.
There are many things to consider when constructing your profile. I mean, this is going to go out there and represent you. You want people to laugh when you’re being funny, and to furrow their brow when you are channelling your inner Keats. Not the other way round.
Firstly, it’s important to get the basics right. You are a WOMAN looking for a MAN, or whatever. Just pause for a second, and make sure you’ve got that bit right. You would be surprised how many punters actually get that bit wrong. AlphaWolf77 often shows up in my suggestions, talking about his love of weight training and his impressive way with the ladies. And I’ve got a beard.
Then there’s the photo. A few ground rules. Crop EVERYBODY else out. Especially if there’s a *slight chance* that they’re prettier than you. You don’t want his first reaction to be “who’s your mate”.
The same goes for other guys. I don’t care if he’s gay, or your brother. Or even your gay brother. From this angle it looks like he could probably beat me up. And he’s almost certainly better equipped than I am.
Don’t pose. Don’t recline, or do that thing where you put your finger to your mouth in that “who? lil ol’ me?” fashion. It’s just odd. A really good smile is great, or if you look like you might laugh at my jokes. That’ll work.
Oh, and despite preconceptions, you don’t have to show any, you know, décolletage, or anything. I mean, it’s nice that you have some, but no two guys like the same thing. And we’re honestly not that straightforward.
And there’s a good deal of guff going around that we don’t read profiles. Cobblers. Of course we do, if only to see if you absolutely require us to be ‘financially savvy’. Because that counts most of us out.
And, do you want to know a secret? of course you do. One of the ones I really fell for, she didn’t have a picture. Sure, there were a couple in her gallery. But no upfront glossy. Just a lovely profile. What can I tell you? Good writers are hot.
Talking of profiles, you really don’t have to declare your love for adventure, or that you’re equally as happy practising your capoeira in the park as you are climbing the campaniles on a windy day. Or that you like to round it off by throwing some shapes on the dance floor. I’m in my forties, and that sounds fucking exhausting. I’m happy to watch ‘Game of Thrones’ and have a good snog.
Basically, think of your ideal guy, give him a name, imagine what he’s into, and write it for him. Don’t be afraid of frightening anyone, or being intimidating. Go niche. Because that’s entirely what you deserve. And he’s probably out there. Somewhere. Having the same torrid time as you.
If you follow some of these rules, I’m not sure if you’ll be successful, but you might find me knocking on your door. Which if you’ve read anything else on this blog, you may find blisteringly terrifying.
Finally, if at any point you suspect that the guy that you’re talking to does not feel any of the above, steer well clear. He’s only talking to you because the twenty-something he’s been grooming has finally laughed in his stupid shiny face.