On March 23, 2015, Kate created a profile on OkCupid.

Some 200 opening messages later, she's been on a whopping 4 dates.

Kate likes women. That feeling does not appear to be mutual.

Clearly, she's doing something right.

Each post is an excerpt of a message this seemingly inexorable self-saboteur has sent, backdated to its original send date.

More of the same is guaranteed.

Typed In A Flamboyant Manor

 "Well, I do have a tuft or plume of feathers, especially as a headdress or on a helmet."
 

She told me I had panache. Stereotypically, she sent her message from a gaudy, English country house.

(This exchange led to Date #5. Neither of us have called each other since, so, I think it went well.)

The Best Defense Is A Good Offense

Low Hanging Fruit