and it's in my hands
Monday, June 28th, 2010 05:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
erikaRecent adventures with OKCupid:
The exciting tally:
(Strangely, I've gotten a much better response rate once I took the fact that I was proud of my boobs out of my profile. Weird.)
So I've been IMing this guy for about three hours. In all that time, I've asked him tons of personal questions and you know, how he feels about stuff. In that time, likewise, he's asked me ... nothing.
I tell a funny story, he laughs, he doesn't reciprocate or even tell a boring story. He just sits there.
IT'S CALLED A CONVERSATION. LOOK IT UP.
Here, I'll save you the fucking work:
A successful conversation includes mutually interesting connections between the speakers or things that the speakers know. (Wikipedia)
CONNECTIONS. Did you catch that in there? CONNECTIONS. i.e. you tell me something, you are interested in my response.
He'd go on the Do Not Talk To list except I alreadygave him a blowjob met him... in person... so I kind of feel like I should put in some cursory effort to see if there could be a relationship.
I tell you people, it's enough to make me start playing Sims 2 again just so I can burn these fuckers in effigy.
There are also three guys who are messenging me over the site's email-like system. One is named, oh, let's muck it up a little as "bodybuilds4u."
Yes. Someone who CHOSE the name bodybuilds4u to represent him... actually thinks I'm interested in them. Have you SEEN my profile? Strike that. Have you ever seen my picture? Have you ever noticed me talking about exercise?!
There's a reason for that and it's simple—I don't fucking do that kind of shit. Exercise is for people who want to live longer, goddamnit.
Similarly, would you like to know what my breakfast consisted of today? 2 cigarettes and some amphetamines.
Seriously.
(They were legally prescribed. The amphetamines, not the cigarettes.)
Regardless, I don't know if he's shotgunning the profiles or what but it's some kind of fucked up. I politely told him in the last message that I was not a gym bunny, so now I kind of almost want to read his response but halfway don't.
What, I'm a woman, we're allowed to be super-conflicted for no good reason about stuff. We're SOCIALIZED to not turn anyone down, irrespective of their actual potential as a realistic companion or not, which this guy is definitely not, and I could've told you that from his username alone.
Bodybuilds4u. I ask you what the fuck was he thinking?!
The other two are fairly normal... one's a pretentious probable asshole who's going to get his Ph.D. in English so he can torture college students for the rest of time, and the other one, well, I kind of like him so I won't make fun of him for now. Except he is acting like he's at a job interview, which is uh, weird, as my writing style is not exactly formal.
I'll keep you up to date! Which of these lucky fellows will be the next man to break my heart? Who knows!
The exciting tally:
| Messages Sent: | Messages Received: |
| ~15 | 4 |
(Strangely, I've gotten a much better response rate once I took the fact that I was proud of my boobs out of my profile. Weird.)
So I've been IMing this guy for about three hours. In all that time, I've asked him tons of personal questions and you know, how he feels about stuff. In that time, likewise, he's asked me ... nothing.
I tell a funny story, he laughs, he doesn't reciprocate or even tell a boring story. He just sits there.
IT'S CALLED A CONVERSATION. LOOK IT UP.
Here, I'll save you the fucking work:
A successful conversation includes mutually interesting connections between the speakers or things that the speakers know. (Wikipedia)
CONNECTIONS. Did you catch that in there? CONNECTIONS. i.e. you tell me something, you are interested in my response.
He'd go on the Do Not Talk To list except I already
I tell you people, it's enough to make me start playing Sims 2 again just so I can burn these fuckers in effigy.
There are also three guys who are messenging me over the site's email-like system. One is named, oh, let's muck it up a little as "bodybuilds4u."
Yes. Someone who CHOSE the name bodybuilds4u to represent him... actually thinks I'm interested in them. Have you SEEN my profile? Strike that. Have you ever seen my picture? Have you ever noticed me talking about exercise?!
There's a reason for that and it's simple—I don't fucking do that kind of shit. Exercise is for people who want to live longer, goddamnit.
Similarly, would you like to know what my breakfast consisted of today? 2 cigarettes and some amphetamines.
Seriously.
(They were legally prescribed. The amphetamines, not the cigarettes.)
Regardless, I don't know if he's shotgunning the profiles or what but it's some kind of fucked up. I politely told him in the last message that I was not a gym bunny, so now I kind of almost want to read his response but halfway don't.
What, I'm a woman, we're allowed to be super-conflicted for no good reason about stuff. We're SOCIALIZED to not turn anyone down, irrespective of their actual potential as a realistic companion or not, which this guy is definitely not, and I could've told you that from his username alone.
Bodybuilds4u. I ask you what the fuck was he thinking?!
The other two are fairly normal... one's a pretentious probable asshole who's going to get his Ph.D. in English so he can torture college students for the rest of time, and the other one, well, I kind of like him so I won't make fun of him for now. Except he is acting like he's at a job interview, which is uh, weird, as my writing style is not exactly formal.
I'll keep you up to date! Which of these lucky fellows will be the next man to break my heart? Who knows!
