Since I am still single after using their app, I have decided to write a poem.
Oh Datamatch how doth Match?
I got paired with many matches yet none has matched with me,
I do not judge their personality or cry over them ignoring me.
But I do ponder why they are torturing me?
Your pink website has wasted my time,
Hoping for a week that I will meet the perfect guy,
My question for you is simple:
Where is that guy? Has anyone seen him?
I have spent my Galentines crying over a bucket of ice,
Because I worked during Valentine’s day.
When my Uber finally came with food to make up for your mistakes,
I shouted Yay! Running down the staircase for my chicken and the chocolate parfait.
Oh the horror that I felt when the delivery guy said: “Happy Valentine’s!”
For my trusted Datamatch did not provide me with THAT guy.
Oh Datamatch, sweet love propaganda of mine.
If I am single again next year –
You will be my Valentine.
XoXo, Cheers to crazy times…
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