So you’re probably thinking my drunk self from the last post sloppily filled out an online dating profile (with phenomenal coherence) after her long, hard night alone and signed herself up without a second thought.

Please. I had the sense to wait a bit and soberly research this. CrazyBlindDate.com and I were hardly acquaintances. In fact, I hadn’t heard about this service until I started looking up different types of dating sites…

Basically, CBD is just meeting someone, once, at a bar or coffee shop. No strings after the first 20 minutes. This isn’t necessarily for someone looking for a future wife, so much as a bored guy on a weeknight whose friends are all working late.

CBD is available in 4 cities: Austin, San Francisco, Boston, and obviously New York. You first decide how you want to date: go solo and meet a complete stranger one-on-one, sign up with a friend and meet two strangers, or say you’ll do either.

The “either” option entails signing on to go solo, OR go on a double date, complete with THREE strangers. You can’t see a picture of your date until after you’ve met in person, so this is a toughie for the superficial. (See yours truly for details.)

I signed on for the “either” option. I figured it would make for a good story.

Next, on to “requirements“:

…age.

…height requirements.

…race and gender.

…religious affiliation.

…smoker or non-smoker.

…level of education completed.

As you’re filling this out, a little box keeps popping up. “Lighten up?” it asks. I’m sorry. I’m really supposed to go into this with no consideration of what “type” I’m looking for? Psh. No thanks.

Let me explain why I got touchy about this “lighten up” bit. I’m really tall, but unfortunately not waif-ish enough to make a career out of it. I lust after tall guys and date shorter ones (by shortest I mean 5’9″. They usually end up being right at eye-level, though.). Now that I could actually specify how tall an ideal date would be, I decided to enter my own 5’11″ for my request. I figured as that’s what I attract, I should ask accordingly.

After trying not to feel like a racist and working to avoid admitting a Catholic background (so much for finding a nice Jewish boy…another weakness), I chose a timeslot and a couple Manhattan neighborhoods to meet my perspective date. CBD is the liaison, telling you where to meet and when, but they can give you as little as an hour’s notice before the date. On the off chance I’d get set up, I skipped my gym session that evening.

For nothing. An email at 11:00 PM said I couldn’t be matched, because of my height, education level, or my neighborhood requests. I was, needless to say, a little disappointed, then bitterly rationalized that all the available tall men are probably dating those effing short girls. There’s no justice.

The cynic in me was shaking her head. For being tall and not wanting to get set up with a guy going after his GED, I’m apparently condemned to be single forever. Awesome. Thanks for boosting my self-esteem.

I filled out another, more “equal opportunity” date request, and we’ll see if that goes anywhere. If nothing else, it kept me occupied for a good hour. Maybe I’ll even meet a cool short guy.

Up next, a little research on JDate… which I so wish I could join…