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Published: August 23rd 2008
Granted I'm only 24 (it's not too late to send birthday presents, in case you forgot), yet I see more and more of my peers resorting to the unthinkable: internet dating. Not that there's anything wrong with match.com, if you're ugly and have no social skills (no offense Adam), but we're so young! Isn't finding that one perfect match the reward of years of torment making the wrong choice? However, I digress.
The point is, my friends who have gone on dates with people they meet online always report back that the profile picture of their computer Casanova is grossly deceptive. And I do mean gross. One friend in particular mentioned her disappointment that her own honesty in profiling herself was not reciprocated. She felt that the portrait of her 35 year-old match should have been just that: a portrait of a 35 year old. However, the picture he displayed was of him at a much slimmer, much handsomer young-20 year-old. You can't trust anyone these days.
As I search for the perfect Paris apartment to rest my bags for ten days, I've been heavily relying on the hosts' online photographs. They often portray a charming, sunny, spacious Parisian flat, with a stunning view. However, if their studio is 18 meters square, how in the world is there so much space? I'm inclined to believe that they stood directly in the middle of their cramped quarters, and spun 360 degrees (celsius, of course), snapping photographs as they went. And where is that durn toilet? Did it somehow escape the lens in the bathroom shot? Some people can so artfully turn an overweight, prematurely balding 35 year-old apartment into a dashing, 20-something with a view of the Seine.
Not that it truly matters. I'm not traveling halfway around the globe to stay in an apartment.
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