Love On The Interweb.
My favorite thing about the Internet is that you get to go into the private world of real creeps without having to smell them
-Penn Jillette
Ah the stigma of the Internet relationship. Having friends and relatives tell you about murders, Satanists, people pretending to be someone they aren’t when really it’s Pauly Shore. Oh the horrors. These words are rather wise for the most part for a 12 year old, but most of the Internet dating scene revolves around adults that are well aware of the risks, so balls to them if they can’t weed out the bullshit.
It’s been my experience that most people while dating aren’t portraying who they really are. It’s almost like that episode of the X-Files where the ice-worms were making people go bat shit fucking loco. Most people put on a mask to impress the opposite sex, but instead of plumage, or some sort of mating call it’s usually some asinine macho attitude or a valley girl mentality.
Anyone attracted by this act is not worth your effort. You are doomed to fail even if you succeed.
I’ve had two Internet relationships, (By that I mean someone that lives close by I was actually able to visit.) and most people hate me for them. Reasons? Well, luckily I hit the proverbial girlfriend jackpot on both counts, (Term “jackpot” used in relation to my age at the time.) both of which lasted a substantial time.
After all the warnings I had received about these people, I still went ahead with the rendezvous’ as I saw fit. While they didn’t end in marriage or children etc, they did still offer a more “down to earth” relationship than most of my regular relationships.
Now the fun part of this is learning that you are in fact the weird fucker in the whole mess. If it’s a serious deficiency in the normal things that keeps people going on a daily basis, or the “Satanist” thing, or maybe the fact that I actually used to be a woman. (Two out of three of those are correct.) See, I assumed that I would get stuck with a weirdo, or a junkie, or some other form of person that I could never associate with, when they were the ones getting stuck with all of those things.
When you’re only concerned about how you’ll get screwed over, it will more than likely happen your own hand.
Love, and I am:
A Cunt.
-Penn Jillette
Ah the stigma of the Internet relationship. Having friends and relatives tell you about murders, Satanists, people pretending to be someone they aren’t when really it’s Pauly Shore. Oh the horrors. These words are rather wise for the most part for a 12 year old, but most of the Internet dating scene revolves around adults that are well aware of the risks, so balls to them if they can’t weed out the bullshit.
It’s been my experience that most people while dating aren’t portraying who they really are. It’s almost like that episode of the X-Files where the ice-worms were making people go bat shit fucking loco. Most people put on a mask to impress the opposite sex, but instead of plumage, or some sort of mating call it’s usually some asinine macho attitude or a valley girl mentality.
Anyone attracted by this act is not worth your effort. You are doomed to fail even if you succeed.
I’ve had two Internet relationships, (By that I mean someone that lives close by I was actually able to visit.) and most people hate me for them. Reasons? Well, luckily I hit the proverbial girlfriend jackpot on both counts, (Term “jackpot” used in relation to my age at the time.) both of which lasted a substantial time.
After all the warnings I had received about these people, I still went ahead with the rendezvous’ as I saw fit. While they didn’t end in marriage or children etc, they did still offer a more “down to earth” relationship than most of my regular relationships.
Now the fun part of this is learning that you are in fact the weird fucker in the whole mess. If it’s a serious deficiency in the normal things that keeps people going on a daily basis, or the “Satanist” thing, or maybe the fact that I actually used to be a woman. (Two out of three of those are correct.) See, I assumed that I would get stuck with a weirdo, or a junkie, or some other form of person that I could never associate with, when they were the ones getting stuck with all of those things.
When you’re only concerned about how you’ll get screwed over, it will more than likely happen your own hand.
Love, and I am:
A Cunt.
posted by Anonymous | 3:01 am
Ive met a few online daters that i chat with few were weirdos,but some were real pretty boys,and turned out to be pretty gewd frends i still keep in touch with.
Lots of couples i know have married.
What I love about online chat, is that sex-appeal is directly proportional to your eloquence.
Though, of course, that's unlucky for some ^^^
I think meeting someone online is no less misleading or dangerous than meeting someone at a bar once you've kicked back a few drinks.
That being said, I know of a guy who let himself fall completely in love with a girl before he met her. He flew out to see her only to discover that all along she had been sending pictures of her very trim and attractive cousin. This woman was neither of those things. The sad thing for her was that he felt he would have liked her anyway had she just been honest from the beginning.
JiB, you just like dating psychos. That being said, don't ever reproduce unless you go out on a whim and meet a "nice" girl. The world really doesn't require more crazies than it already has. ;)
As for internet love, well...I don't think anyone should fall in love with someone they haven't met face-to-face or haven't had enough physical interaction (i.e. getting to know one another by way of hanging out, partying together, having lunch, etc, etc).
Of course, there are pathetic people who do just that, in which case they will get cunted over by their own sad obsession when they find that their "true love" is about as useless as a hole in the head.
I was a nice girl.
Interesting post OOD (Ah ha, OOD). What actually made you come to this conclusion, I wonder?
Interesting that you found it.
Psycho dating JIB, who is not a psycho? everyone is. It's just comparative. some more some less.