NY Woman Uses Dating Site to Get Over $1200 In Free Meals

YouBentMyWookie.com ^ | November 30th, 2011

[Slings and Arrows]

A New York woman is being scrutinized and praised after people learned that she used a dating website to obtain $1,200 a month in free meals.

According to Business Insider, 23-year-old Jessica Sporty was deep in debt. Sporty had difficulties living on her $45,000 annual salary after spending nearly $1,500 a month in rent, paying her credit card bill, and buying food.

So she hatched up a plan and signed up with the popular online dating site Match.com so she could quickly go on five dates a week. Sporty even maintained a spreadsheet with detailed information on each of her dates, limiting each guy to a maximum of five.

Dates took Sporty to high-end New York restaurants, and one of her dates even bought her a $200 bottle of champagne.

“Before I barely had enough money to pay for food,” said Sporty. “After using Match.com I found I wasn’t going into debt anymore.”

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As of today, Sporty is no longer on the dating website as she is currently in a relationship and most likely freeloading off her new beau.

“It was exhausting,” she said. “I needed my sleep and I was done playing the game.”

[NicknamedBob]

If you have this next whosis on January 6^th, you will have an epi-fanny.

[NicknamedBob]

A Nearly Almost Perfect Age To Be

A nearly almost perfect age to be,
Is what I've wanted from since I was three,
And realized that just a little bigger would be good,
As long as I could make it stop just where it should.

For what could be more perfect than a ten?
I look at all my fingers, and I cannot fit it in,
For playing games successfully, the perfect size to be,
Is just a little over double what I was when I was three.

The problem that I see out there, is everyone wants more,
Until they have so much of it it won't fit through the door!
So give me just a little break and let me stay this size,
Because it's nearly almost perfect when you see it with my eyes.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . December 21, 2011

[Silentgypsy]

Post 423 is a beautiful thing!

[Silentgypsy]

Weapons-grade typos? Ruh roh. I think I’m in over my head.

[BuckeyeTexan]

And where do I find the cornflakes, missy? :D

[Monkey Face]

Weapons-grade when he lurks. At least for me...

[Tax-chick]

In the pantry, unless someone tried to feed them to the dragons again. Milk is in the milk bottle, but I wrote “disinfectant” on it to keep them from using all the milk.

[Junior_G]

She is the rational argument for hating women.

[Junior_G]

The stupid hat should’ve been a red flag.

[Tax-chick]

[Tax-chick]

She is the rational argument for hating women.

She is the rational argument for thinking men are so stupid that their behavior disproves the natural-selection hypothesis for all time.

Welcome to the Undead Thread. Have a bourbon and a kitteh, but stay away from open flame, please. That worked out badly the last time.

[Tax-chick]

Very nice, although I’ll have to try to comprehend the scansion again after my brain switches on. 65 and drizzle here, the grass is growing as I watch.

I’ll post a picture of Pat later. I don’t think I’ve got one in focus yet. He’s not quite in our space-time continuum, and it’s a cheap camera.

[Darksheare]

Thanks!

“Snowball Fight” was written by Face and I.
“Why we build snowmen” was written singly by myself before we’d written Snowball Fight.
Face has family that now reads one of those two horrid tales to their children.

[Tax-chick]

“Snowball Fight” was written by Face and I.

A person passing 'Face on the street would never suspect. You, however, appear suspiciously fictional in your pictures.

[BuckeyeTexan]

Danae keeps a bowl of Cornflakes just for me in the corner. When I’m bad, she sends me to it. :)

[Monkey Face]

Golly. Why do I think of Patrick when I read that?

Even the title is poetic! good job, bob.

[Tax-chick]

Must be pretty soggy!

[BuckeyeTexan]

NINE children?! You gave birth to NINE children? You must be WonderMom. I can’t even imagine NINE children. I am in complete and total awe. How do you have time to eat, sleep, and FReep?

[Monkey Face]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PAT!!!

[Tax-chick]

Yes, nine, and about to be ten. Eat ... I don’t, very much, because the Horde consumes everything except, “What was that vegetable, anyway?” Sleep ... between putting the last load of laundry in the dryer and washing the first load of dishes left by the Overnight People. FReep ... while watching the chaos and waiting for the cops to show up!

Pat is happy. He was memorizing his new Star Wars card game, until I told him to take Ash for a walk. He’s very proud of being the most reliable dog-walker.