May 11th, 2008

meJan08

This and That

Things I Have Learned from Internet Dating Sites;

1) Most men who use internet dating sites simply want to locate sex partners.

2) Some men who use internet dating sites get very angry if you don't want to have sex with them.

3) Often, the username will offer great insights to the inner workings of the user . . . Examples may include;

'NDSLuT2DAy' and 'PrtyBoi4U' . This might illuminate the greater or lesser depth of that user.

4) Some guys are semi-stealth. These ones seem to be the better-looking and brighter ones. They say stuff like, 'to be with me, a woman must be in touch with her inner spirituality and the sensuous nature of the universe' and then later on, they mention that they are in a relationship. . . *OH*. I get it.

5) Somewhere in there must be mentioned the uneducated (just wow) and the PEOPLE WHO WRITE IN ALL CAPS NO MATTER WHAT. Words fail.

6) Worst of all from where I'm sitting? Really nice people who have some kind of a broken thing inside them that makes it impossible for them to form (or even consider forming) normal relationships with others. Yet they long for connection. That really rather makes me sad just to think about it. I ran into just one so far, but my heart goes out to him. No other part of me will join that, but still. He seemed so genuine and, once I figured out his deal, so lost.


So, for all my new friends (2Hawt4Yew, Male4U, Yng&hrd. . .) good luck and let's all keep open minds.
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(Not Married and No Wonder)

Sonnet 116


Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.



William Shakespeare

(1564 - 1616)