My parents also met in a not-nice bar. My dad was so drunk he couldn't remember what my mom looked like, only that he had a date with some woman whose name and address were on a note in his pocket. This was in 1945, mind you. But as my mom always liked to say, things were different then--an argument that never worked for me at all when I was trying to explain how the world had changed since she was young, but you know--that's different . I'd let some guys look at your profile for sure. There's being honest and then there's slitting your own throat (mentioning your cat, for example ).