… try this:
I just am trying to imagine what the date options would be:
Tattoos?
Long Hair?
Love of Iron Maiden?
Or maybe it’s more profound and asks things like:
Do you believe in Satan?
Can you play a mean air guitar?
Which is better, Guns ‘n’ Roses ‘Appetite For Destruction’ or Metallica’s ‘Black’ album?
Who knows, but if I was using it … my only criteria would be they don’t smell of petunia oil and have bathed occasionally.
Seriously, petunia oil is one of the dominant smells of my memory.
Every Friday night at Rock City, you would walk in and before the noise of the Bullet Boys being played at 10,000,000 decimals hit you, you would be struck by the distinctive smell of petunia oil that 1,000 leather clad, long-haired freaks had decided was their equivalent of Chanel Number 5 or something.
But I digress.
As usual.
All that aside, my dream would be that Metalhead Dating ends up merging with Christian Singles because they would create connections that make a date with Jeffrey Darhmer seem like Cinderella and Prince Charming.
Though of course, digital-guru’s would say that couldn’t happen as their algorithms are bordering on genius, despite the fact this sort of rubbish happens far too often.
[Though arguably, they also get things very right as well. Unfortunately]
Anyway, it’s Monday so we don’t need any more depressing thoughts, so until tomorrow …