Unfortunately my settings on one of these stupid dating sites has it chiming on my phone every time an email comes in, which is a lot. I finally sat down yesterday to change the settings in hopes of putting an end to the infernal distraction.
Success… oh and 22 new emails. I open the first one…
That’s all. I see so many of these I just have to wonder what the hell these guys are thinking. You’re establishing contact with someone for the first time, hoping to spurn a response.
And all you’ve fucking got is Hi? Hello? Sup? Yo? Hey? I’ve seen them all and I never respond… but then you have to be a freak to ilicit a response from me because I’m only in it for the story at this point.
The playground is shut down for remodeling… and I’m a bored woman as a result. lol… I open the second email and it only gets better.
Let me guess.. You found my profile more than a bit on the vulgar side.. Perhaps a bit disturbing as
well. you must have had a few glasses of wine to have even clicked on it.. I know your type.. Your a
mile above me.. And your clearly more than a bit too classy for my common ass.. but I might just
surprise you… And it’s not like I would expect you to tell your friends about me 😉
This guy has emailed me three times, and frankly; he’s repulsive. He’s not my type, I would really be being mean if I dated him.
What really stuns me, is that they make this assumption about me based on one picture, and one paragraph. Enough to insult me for not being interested in them.
They say women are crazy? Oh no. The penis-clad species is equally as crazy, if not more so, because they’re entitled to their jealousy. We’re supposed to understand that boys can be boys and “well you know he’s a man… he’s bound to be protective.
Turn those tables and you know what they call that girl? A date crasher. A stalker. A bunny boiler. Fatal attraction.
He’s protective, masculine, he just loves you a lot.
No. He’s a stalker and if I come up missing, check his house.
Yikers. A stalker is a stalker, is a stalker- and this guy is getting his panties in a bunch because he’s emailed me three times and I haven’t responded, but he can see that I viewed his profile.
Imagine him in real life. He’s the guy who stalks you daily, the one who wants to read your emails, look at your phone and account for every minute in your day and who you came in contact with. He “just stops by” and “just stays for the weekend”. Allowing this guy into your life is like petting a raccoon. They can imprint on you and follow you for life. They come in through windows, dog doors, chimneys. If they love you- they will do anything to be next to you.
It reminds me of fungus- no thanks.
The next email is a perfect example of why I’d really love to meet a nice woman every now and again. If anything inspires me to switch teams… it’s this guy.
4/8/2012 12:18:29 AM
4/24/2012 10:59:16 PM
All girls like me I was in the military
4/24/2012 11:11:28 PM
And I have a very large penis
Yeah… he said that.
Like he actually expects a response finally that says “Oh well in that case, let’s chat” <eyeroll>
I don’t think I can even handle these internet retards any more. I may be officially ruined for men entirely.
Disgusted with the species… I signed out of the craziness that is meeting a date online.
I decided to make dinner and invite family over. My mama, her fabulous boyfriend, Sober One Kenobe and Mr. Man Card. My little princess.
Fresh pesto tortellini, asparagus, a green salad & garlic bread. Eclairs for dessert… with a glass of wine, around the kitchen table we’d pulled into the greenhouse and filled with spring flowers. It was a twinkly perfect evening full of the stuff that feels right. Family & friends and great food, laughing around the table in the light of white lights strung around the inside of the greenhouse with the smell of little tomatoes and flowers growing.
Internet dating cheapens what it’s supposed to be. You’re supposed to see a cute guy and smile. He’s supposed to ask for your number and you’re supposed to have dinner or something in this sort of circumstance. The twinkle lights are optional but I’d say they’re worth a few bonus points.
It’s supposed to be as good as dinner with your friends and family- it’s supposed to leave you smiling the next morning, washing a stack of dishes and throwing the tablecloth in the washer.
Internet dating is depressing- and that’s not what I’m looking for.
I can do without the creepy stalking oversharers.
I officially quit my internet presence as potential prey. I climbed out of the mud puddle.
……..and I feel cleaner already 🙂