How did people date before the internet?

Dating. Oy. Where does a curvy girl like me fit in the dating world? I'm not quite sure but I am having a hell of a ride finding out. Per my mothers coaxing i decided to join a dating site. WASTE OF MONEY. Really regretting buying the 3 month membership instead of the 1 month. I stumbled upon a free site that poses more fun.

But, honestly...I feel like I am left with very little outlets of how to meet people. Church? Bars? Starbucks? Gym? Work? Pottery Class? Negative.
Here is a collection of my internet men...so far.

Lets see - there was Kurt the nerdy church going, small dicked PA. I really tried to like him,but I realized that I didn't owe him anything. Realizing this felt really good inside. Especially after he told me he hated my cat - buh bye.

Oh then there was Steven. Steven looked a little bit too much like Julia Roberts and was a really bad kisser (you know, the kind where you have to wipe your face off because they couldn't keep their tongue in their own mouth or yours) - so i decided that I was grateful for my chai tea latte that he purchased me and went on my way.

Then comes my pretty little boy toy, Noah. I wasn't sure about Noah at first. He's 21 and very young. But, damn is the boy gorgeous. We talked online for a few days and decided to meet up. Lucky for me he likes some meat on his women and sexual sparks ignited the first night we met. Noah is about 6'3, with bronzed skin which compliments his black hair and pools of brown he has for eyes. The best part is - he has a huge dick! HUGE! And he can last for days.

I like Noah - we are very upfront with what our relationship is based off of - smoking weed, drinking beers and fucking. Neither of us expect any more or any less from each other, but he still maintains respect.
Sometimes I wonder if i will get tired of a purely sexual relationship. But, I am going to enjoy it in the mean time.

I went out with some other men - who aren't even worth mentioning by name. One was a short, troll looking jewish hobbit of a man. He was shaky and spent the whole time name dropping and talking about himself. I used my old feeble crazy Jewish Nana as a way to escape that disaster.