Maybe someone else can benefit from the things I learned about online dating. When I first signed up with Match in 2005, I registered as What About Boobs.

To those who think meeting your mate via your Mac Book is embarrassing, unromantic, or the last resort: Welcome to the new normal. S., 40 million people have tried online dating, even Martha Stewart.

As the popular fashion stylist Natalie Joos recently wrote, “Last year I would’ve died if anyone found out I was on one of those sites, but now it’s just like any other distracting hobby.”So fate or algorithms? Despite working in the beauty industry, I was meeting men; they just happened to have little relationship experience compared to me.

One of the top New Year's resolutions is always to find love.

And though there are plenty of ways to attract the opposite sexand plenty of bars to check out, it's online dating sites that tend to reap the rewards of the post-holiday slump.

I had been married and in subsequent serious relationships, so for me these dates were the emotional equivalent of riding a ten-speed bike next to someone on training wheels.

My friend Jane, an online dating poster child and proselyte, nudged me towards

A ton of guys took the bait, but it was hard to tell how many were pervert bycatch.

When I joined a second site a year or so later, I was feeling a little disenchanted by the online experience and registered as La Curmudgeon.

(I was hoping the “la” made me sound continental.) Coworkers said no one would look at my profile. My final go-round I decided to kick the gimmicks and identify myself as girl_5. I like Martha’s: “I’ve been curious about online dating for a long time, but, like lots of people, have been reluctant to take the leap.” It shows vulnerability. “[I’m looking for] someone who’s intelligent, established, and curious; and who relishes adventure and new experiences as much as I do.” There are millions of smart men who will claim to be all those things, but that won’t help if you’re looking for The One.3. There’s a lot of muck to dredge through when it comes to solicitous e-mails. But I’m on a comeback — believe it.” Or, “I find girls that do not shave their armpits attractive. If I had, I could have spent those two hours I wasted with a much-too-old crime reporter from New Jersey who had just asked for a divorce from his Irish lesbian wife who needed a green card, I don’t know, baking banana bread.4. Monty, as I’ve come to call him, looked in his Match photos like an all-American golden boy.