Catfished in 3....2....1...

Finally watching 100 episodes of Catfish on MTV paid off!!!! 

So this guy wrote me within 10 minutes of being on the dating website... HELLO GORGEOUS; I'm thinking "Okay, okay, maybe I'll give this thing a shot. I mean. heyyyyy"

So I start chatting with him. Obviously as a female I'm yelling at my roommate LOOK AT THIS GUY TRYING TO HOLLA! LOOK AT HIM!! She admits he's beautiful. But a couple minutes later she goes.... that picture looks professional. (Why is she so smart and I'm so not. I just thought he took really high quality pictures in Armani Suits.) 

So... like good CIA agents...I mean females... we drag his picture off his profile and put it into a reverse image search on google. Bing. Bing. Bing. That picture as well as a ton of other ones show up from a professional modeling agency. From there we are directed to the models Twitter and Instagram pages. Hmm, his name is Drew Hudson. Weird, the guy I was talking to online was named Scott. But in my utter desire for pure romance I thought, "its totally him but he's under a different name so he can find love and all the adoring fans leave him alone right?...right???... I mean... right?" 

Wrong. 

So I keep talking with Scott/Drew. After stalking the models twitter I know he's in Bali. The Catfish online is saying he's in London. Lie. So after he keeps lying and playing his game I tell him he looks an AWFUL lot like Drew Hudson, the model. Without missing a beat he explains that Drew is his doppelganger and its a weird situation. Then I proceed to say that Drew has the EXACT same photos as Mr. Catfish on his Instagram. Catfisher says that he has been in touch with Drew's lawyers and publicist and made a deal to sneak pictures of Catfisher onto Drew's Instagram to see if anyone notices.

Wow. This guys catfish game is strong. 

I said I thought he was full of shit. Like a true actor he didn't break character and said maybe it was time for some new selfies, to which I whole heartedly agreed. He promised to send some the next day.

Funny. Instead the next day he deleted his account. 

Sadly, the hopeless romantic (or desperado....) in me is like WHAT IF THAT WAS HIM AND HE WAS TRYING TO FIND LOVE IN FAIRBANKS ALASKA AND BE INCOGNITO AND I JUST MESSED UP MY CHANCES CAUSE I WAS A SASSY ASS...

We may never know for sure.

But I'd like to thank Nev and Max from Catfish for training well before some devilishly handsome faker tried to sweep me off my feet. Oh and hey, if you're reading this Drew Hudson.... lets get married and make beautiful babies. 

Lets begin, shall we?

One tragic summer I was bored out of my 27 year old mind. Alaska is, incredibly underwhelming, to say the least; especially for a woman who doesn't enjoy spending her every waking moment in nature (ew, nature). So what did I do? I decided to partake in my generations phenomenon....online dating. (Cue Alfred Hitchcock 'Psycho' stabbing music.) 

Yeah. Terrifying. 

Little did I know when I clicked, 'submit profile', of all the messages and outrageous laughter that would follow ( from me and all my friends, at the men, not with them, lets be honest here). I decided a blog needed to happen - I couldn't be left alone with these messages - the world needs them shared. And somehow it makes me feel better about my laughter. I blame it on a performance mentality that I always have an audience to please. 

So here we go. Buckle your seat belts. 

Here's a little taste of what being a single woman in Alaska looks like. (Get ready to be very thankful for whatever city you live in. At least it isn't the Last Frontier. Aka. There's 10 men to every women here.)

The old tag line for Alaska still runs true: Alaska, where the odds are good, but the goods are odd.....

From here on out I'll be posting my thoughts on online dating, both funny and deep. Diving into what I've experienced in this season and what I'm learning (the good, the bad and the ugly). But mainly, lets be real here, I'll be posting screen shots of the messages that come through and the thoughts that go through my mind - what I WOULD say, if I wasn't a nice human being. Really what I'm learning is my gut responses that go through my head are mean. Its better I share them with you then with these men, or they may be crushed like bugs.

Let us commence. Its all downhill from here.