Tags: boobs, breasts, fakes, irony, plastic-surgery
Interesting choice of t-shirt, considering…
Interesting choice of t-shirt, considering…
I have never been interested in meeting anybody in an online setting. I crusied some of the sites and even checked out some of the adult type friend sites. But, when it came right down to it. I never met anyone because I’m too much of a chicken shit.
I mean you hear horror stories of people meeting in person and one or the other, or neither of them, is what they claimed they were. Or look like that picture they sent you.
Call me old fashioned, but when I was looking to meet somebody, I would rather it be over the cucumbers in the produce section of the local Piggly Wiggly, or maybe over a goofy “cooking for one” book at the library.
I joined MySpace last year to comment and cut up with my REAL LIFE FRIENDS. I never accept “friend requests” from people who I have never met in MY REAL LIFE. Nor do I ever randomly pour through page after page of people requesting them to be my friends. No. If I don’t know ya in real life, then you’ll never make it past the gate.
I know more than a few people who have met their significant other online (eHarmony, Match.com, MySpace…) and who have actually made it for a minute. But I know of none who has made it for the long haul. Why?
Well, in this day and age, it seems that those in the online dating community just shift around. Maybe its because there are so many available folks out there just lookin for love in all the wrong places.
It’s a meat market for reals. But, it’s not like a meat market as a bar would be. No. Say you go to your favorite bar or club. Yah, it’s a fashion show. Yah, everybody is there hoping to meet someone unless they are there with someone.
But, at least you now when you are talking to them face to face, they aren’t sitting there browsing profiles of others while they are talking you up.
I don’t know. I guess I was jaded, or tainted against this kind of crap. I’m not a very trusting individual since a guy I was seeing in the last century was a total computer dork that (I found out later) was always looking at online personals and profiles.
Now you’re prolly sitting there thinking, why is she going off on this lame ass tanget? What the hell pulled her trigger today?
Well, friends, I’ll tell ya. There’s a dumb-ass on AOL and yahoo who surfaces now and again thinking we’re the best of friends. Before MySpace, he used to comb AOL profiles and email unsuspecting females. I guess so he would have someone to talk to or whatever. Anyway, I guess it was middle of last year, after he joined MySpace, he surfaced again, showing 198360876 (exaggerated for impact) friends, all of which are female. Which proves my point. Or maybe it doesn’t. I’m sort of annoyed right now.
So, today on my little yahoo messenger thingy, I posted my status as “I’ll never paint again, swear to God!” And I guess it piked his little curiousity button somehow. So, he (out of the blue) decided to IM me… Lord have mercy…
The conversation went a little somethin like this:
Dork: ok, I just gotta ask why won’t you ever paint again?
Me: Because I have no feeling left in my arms from painting over dark colors with white like I promised my landllord. lol
Dork: see you should of called me you know thats whats i do for a living****
****NOTE: Actually, I didn’t know that, but whatever
Me: Nopie, didn’t know that.
Dork: yes i told you when we first started talking i remodel houses for a living
Me: How long ago was that though? And how long has it been since we talked? Prey tell, do you remember what I do or from what locale I hail?
Dork: only couple days…lol just kiddon and in winter months
Me: No, it was well before last summer. And as I recall I wasn’t interested in talking to you because you find it to be wonderful to collect women friends online.
Dork: no it wasnt you must be thinking of that other man lol
Me: I talk to no other men, other than the one I’m about to marry****
**** NOTE: That is not all together true. I have REAL LIFE FRIENDS that are male and I certainly talk to them.
Me: See what? You act like you know me.
Me: He lives with me, I don’t talk to him online (Also not completely true, he lives with me part time until we actually jump on the weddin train)
Dork: well that’s cool
Then the dork went silent and didn’t bother me anymore. I just get irritated that people have so little value for someone else’s time I suppose.
Anyway, he is like every other person out there waiting to see some long lost person they added on to their buddy list, so they can feel important because they are chatting it up.
GET A LIFE!