although this blog is supposed to be a documentation of online dating, i might also include some stories about relationships that have not developed exclusively online, but that have included a rather substantial online component of interaction. as in, two people who hang out (in-person!) maybe once a month (or less...) but talk online for about 3 or 4 hours a day.
SOUND FAMILIAR??
i hope not, for your sake...mwahahaha.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
!!!
oh wow it worked. impressive. could our luck be changing...PROBABLY NOT. anyways. i will be back later to bitch and moan and whine. that is my vision for this blog: a lengthy series of bitching and moaning and whining. because lets be honest...the internet is fair game for anyone to post boring stories about their pathetic lives. and i intend to exploit that to its fullest potential =D
testing?
not really sure if this is going to work...and in the spirit of this blog ("most things never work")...it probably won't =P
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Everyone Needs a Bit of Excitement
So one day while watching an ONLYNE episode of "Real World:Brooklyn" I decided that it would be a great idea to create an online profile to meet people. The concept of the Real World was highly intriguing to me: 8 people, 8 random people I might add, thrown together in a house, all expenses paid for a couple of months to find themselves and explore life as a young person in New York. While I'd rather be thrown in the middle of Greece or Spain with exotic foreigners, living vicariously through a TV show set in NYC is second best ;). Actually, it didn't cut it at all. I needed an outlet, a way to be thrown into a new situation, head first, well in some cases heart first.
Being stuck on a small campus adds to the stir craziness I seem to be exhibiting. But 4 years of sheltered life with a bunch of socially awkward geniuses can get to anyone. To relieve my stress, I made an online profile on the beloved site, Match.com.
[ Side note: I suppose I should let the readers know that I may or may not have great luck at love, which might have added to the desire to create a match profile and not just venture into the local city]
Anyways to my surprise, many of the people on there were completely normal. OF course you have to dig hard, click through every last page of your searches until you find the ONE or TWO or THREE, who spark your interest. OR you can do like me and use photos as a weeding process and proceed as follows:
1. Picture? If yes, move pass go. If no, too damn bad. We are in the 21st cent you think everyone has access to a digital photo if they have access to a computer. Plus I'm not one for the "don't judge a book by its cover" shpeal. BS. If this is truly the case, then why do publishers spend millions covering and binding books, hiring artists and graphic designers to create covers? Oh I dont know, I think it might have something to do with presentation and making an attractive package. Ie no one looks inside a coverless book to see what its about, they just move on. So I move on to the next profile. Oh attractive? ok keep going...
2. Age 21-31. Self explanatory, I hate the 50 yr olds. You are the same age as my father. Back up. Not cool in the least.
3. Religion? Atheist.. beware. Everything else goes.. for now
4. Education? Intelligence is a MUST good lord. Not to be elitist but darling if you havent completed college or are in the process of doing so, then you aint' the man for me. I mean I mightve made an exception for the garbage man, if he owned the garbage company and used proper English. But he didn't and he was old. The whole concept was just a bit foul smelling.
5. About Me? PPl go on and on. Some are great and quite interesting. Others witty and cute. Those all get marks of approval. The rest? Depends on attractiveness of said male and thier interests.
6. Guy passes all of the above tests? Wink (for free, might I add) and wait. Get a wink back? If you are ballsy, email. If not you can wait until they make the next move.
And the above is what I did for about 3 hours one night. Winked at over 50 attractive men. I think I recieved less than half of those back. WTF? I KNOW I'm attractive enough for most of those. Well some were out of my league, but it was worth a shot.
Lucky me, a couple seem to be interesting right now. And so begins the chronicling of life on Match! I hope my subscription doesn't run out soon. I mean I want to find love but $40 ain't always worth it every month. Plus I could buy an amazing bra with that money, sport it with a great ensemble to a night club and go home with some love everytime. It'd be the gift that kept on giving. Or at least that's the image that plays out in my head most nights.
--A. Dear--
Being stuck on a small campus adds to the stir craziness I seem to be exhibiting. But 4 years of sheltered life with a bunch of socially awkward geniuses can get to anyone. To relieve my stress, I made an online profile on the beloved site, Match.com.
[ Side note: I suppose I should let the readers know that I may or may not have great luck at love, which might have added to the desire to create a match profile and not just venture into the local city]
Anyways to my surprise, many of the people on there were completely normal. OF course you have to dig hard, click through every last page of your searches until you find the ONE or TWO or THREE, who spark your interest. OR you can do like me and use photos as a weeding process and proceed as follows:
1. Picture? If yes, move pass go. If no, too damn bad. We are in the 21st cent you think everyone has access to a digital photo if they have access to a computer. Plus I'm not one for the "don't judge a book by its cover" shpeal. BS. If this is truly the case, then why do publishers spend millions covering and binding books, hiring artists and graphic designers to create covers? Oh I dont know, I think it might have something to do with presentation and making an attractive package. Ie no one looks inside a coverless book to see what its about, they just move on. So I move on to the next profile. Oh attractive? ok keep going...
2. Age 21-31. Self explanatory, I hate the 50 yr olds. You are the same age as my father. Back up. Not cool in the least.
3. Religion? Atheist.. beware. Everything else goes.. for now
4. Education? Intelligence is a MUST good lord. Not to be elitist but darling if you havent completed college or are in the process of doing so, then you aint' the man for me. I mean I mightve made an exception for the garbage man, if he owned the garbage company and used proper English. But he didn't and he was old. The whole concept was just a bit foul smelling.
5. About Me? PPl go on and on. Some are great and quite interesting. Others witty and cute. Those all get marks of approval. The rest? Depends on attractiveness of said male and thier interests.
6. Guy passes all of the above tests? Wink (for free, might I add) and wait. Get a wink back? If you are ballsy, email. If not you can wait until they make the next move.
And the above is what I did for about 3 hours one night. Winked at over 50 attractive men. I think I recieved less than half of those back. WTF? I KNOW I'm attractive enough for most of those. Well some were out of my league, but it was worth a shot.
Lucky me, a couple seem to be interesting right now. And so begins the chronicling of life on Match! I hope my subscription doesn't run out soon. I mean I want to find love but $40 ain't always worth it every month. Plus I could buy an amazing bra with that money, sport it with a great ensemble to a night club and go home with some love everytime. It'd be the gift that kept on giving. Or at least that's the image that plays out in my head most nights.
--A. Dear--
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