To Match.com: You are a liar, and I hate you.

To Match. com:
I hate you. I hate your ads. I hate that you make me feel like I am missing something in my life, just because I wake up by myslef and don't have water fights outside with a garden hose or get hot and steamy in the library.
I especially hate your ad with the couple waking up together and having a friendly morning talk, while the girl get s a back rub from her oh so hot boyfriend.
Screw you, Match.com.
That guy is only being so sweet because he is getting paid from your retarded company. Any normal guy would lay in bed until the very last second, and therefor would not have time for such a romantic and quaint chat.

God I hate you, Match.com