sleeping on it
I’m really irked by something, maybe even bordering on being pissed off. But I’m gonna sleep on it. On an unrelated note, I miss pie.
I’m really irked by something, maybe even bordering on being pissed off. But I’m gonna sleep on it. On an unrelated note, I miss pie.
Online dating. What comes to mind? I used to be completely against it. Why would you ever want to meet someone online when you meet plenty in person? Besides, the whole online dating thing just has this creepy feeling surrounding it. Then I thought, what’s wrong with meeting people online? It’s just another venue for people to meet.
Okay, so far so good. I don’t think I would personally ever enjoy a date with someone I’ve never met … it’s like knowingly sending myself on a blind date, and why would I ever want to do that? But that’s my decision, and that’s why I don’t seek out sites like Match.com and eHarmony, not that I have anything against those services nor the people who use them. It’s just personal preference. What I do have problems with, however; is when online dating starts to infringe on my otherwise platonic web presence.
Many of you know about my fascination with online networks such as friendster and facebook. I guess I always saw these as nothing more than cyberspace popularity contests. Well, so and so has 200 friends, but I only have 180. What I didn’t realize, until I recently changed my relationship status on frienster to “single”, was that people also use these networks to meet people to date
At first, I got a few “smiles” sent to me by strangers hoping to “brighten my day”. They all happened to be male. Cute. Then, in the past week or so, I’ve started to receive actual messages from male strangers introducing themselves and asking me questions in a tone as if we’ve actually met. And today, I got a message from this guy who goes on and on about how he wants to meet people, and he wants to be friends with me, and it’s okay if I don’t respond, because it really would only be his loss. Okay, for a split second, there’s potential for nice guy material … until I checked out his profile. He has some 20 friends, and ALL of them are Asian women in their 20s and 30s. I am now sufficiently creeped out. Oh yeah, he’s also 34. Or so he says.