Typically, if I asked for either a number or a real date, I was met with radio silence and never heard from the guy again.
Still, I held out hope, and then I tried my luck in Norfolk, Virginia, while visiting my parents over Labor Day weekend.
A couple days into my quest for love, I was getting messages from some people who lived five miles away, and others who lived in Germany and Japan.
Those men who did reach out were often willing to share some fairly intimate personal details.
The registration process was thorough: Asking my preferences from eye color all the way to income.