Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Rant: Dating Site Creepsters and College Kids With Staring Problems

I've got some things I need to get off my chest.

Number one: What the hell is wrong with people these days? I'm on a dating site (Shut up, Peanut Gallery) and I strike up a message volley with this GORGEOUS guy, no undertones or any hint of my attraction to his profile photo. He messages me back, and I had a little jolt of hope that it'd be some fantastic email or whatever. NO! It was him telling me he was moving to fucking CHINA and that his ex girlfriend and I shared some common interests and "she's looking for someone to hang". Rot in hell, you "vegetarian" liar. I hope you eat dog meat in China, if that's where you're even going. If you didn't think I was your type, you didn't have to message me back this short and simple, yet loaded with useless information, message. Another one of these fucking winners I encountered seemed rather sane, and he made contact first. We're having a semi-decent conversation via IM and he starts "flirting", at one point even sending me "I was hoping it would make you want to kiss me." You fucking creeper! Why the hell would you send that to a perfect stranger. You're fucking 30 YEARS OLD, telling this to a (not so) innocent 22 year old young lady. RED FLAG! RED FLAG! And finally, my favorite: The pre-assuming swingers. You and your lifestyle: have fun. Try and convince me to join because of my sexuality: PISS OFF! I believe in monogamist relationships. And yeah, I sleep around but I'm SINGLE. I'm on a dating site to hopefully meet someone who isn't a fucking weirdo or flake. Then again, it's the FUCKING INTERNET!

Number 2: College students who stare at me because I slightly bob my head while I'm listening to some awesome music, or lip sync just a teeny bit. You assholes need to avert your fucking eyes. Seriously. How about I stare back because you're NOT enjoying music as much as I am? You think a little movement is bad? You're lucky I don't jam out like I normally do, screaming the lyrics at the top of my lungs and dancing like some psycho who just got released from a mental institution. Didn't your parents teach you any better? Apparently not.


I feel better :D

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