... is it just me that thinks that you put that in a profile and you've just told the dating community that if they're at all inclined that way, past history suggests your head can be successfully messed with?
Someone told me once that all men wrote some request for "no fatties" (usually written as "weight/height proportionate, politely). All women asked for a fat wallet.
I combed through Match.com, an sure enough, there was a large amount of both. So in my profile I wrote that I'm thick, but that I had "my own platinum card and don't need yours."
Didn't matter. I wasn't particularly resentful, (well, okay, sometimes) because we are attracted to what we're attracted to.
Someone told me once that all men wrote some request for "no fatties" (usually written as "weight/height proportionate, politely). All women asked for a fat wallet.
'Tis true. There's a lot of stereotypical behaviour in online dating. I'd also add that it seems a large number of guys (I don't know if it's the majority, but I think it is a sizable majority of the advances made) are only after a bit of boompty boompty, to put it delicately.
yeah, I got propositioned a lot for NSA sex. I'm female. I have all my teeth. My hygeine is pretty good. I can get NSA sex with unattractive slobs 3 times a day.
This all helped me understand that I'm way to bitter and uncomfortable in my own skin to take on a relationship deeper than the one I have with gay porn.
This all helped me understand that I'm way to bitter and uncomfortable in my own skin to take on a relationship deeper than the one I have with gay porn.
...I think maybe Allyson is me. At least in this respect.
WRT the flirting thing - I know that I can flirt, because I occasionally do, in a cheerfully reckless, means-nothing, unpremeditated kind of way. But pretty much inevitably I find myself thinking "...crap, what did I do? Now he/she LIKES me!
RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!"
And promptly become distant, either literally or figuratively. But when I
do
fancy someone, and have had time to think 'crap, I fancy you!', my automatic response is to become Platonic Girl, in a sort of fuckedup premptive strike of YouCan'tBreakMyHeartByNotFancyingMe,BecauseLookHowTotallyBlaseIAmAboutAllThis-ness.
...yeah. Not so much surprising that I'm painfully single, really, between one thing and another.
sighs.
yeah, I got propositioned a lot for NSA sex. I'm female. I have all my teeth. My hygeine is pretty good. I can get NSA sex with unattractive slobs 3 times a day.
And...
it took the second cup of coffee to parse NSA as something other than
National Security Administration.
Well, with the other day's Homeland Security underage sex troll, it seems appropriate...
Wahey! Online dating for geeks at Trek Passions!
All your geeks are belong to me!
Oh yay, Tivo just added a "recently deleted" folder, for those of us whose fingers move faster than our brains.
In a good mood this am, for no reason I can think of. What am I going to wear? My one pair of jeans is in the laundry all crumpled up and shit, the others don't fit, and the other fitting pair I threw out last weekend during my cleaning fit. Jeans days are supposed to be easier, dammit.
is it just me that thinks that you put that in a profile and you've just told the dating community that if they're at all inclined that way, past history suggests your head can be successfully messed with?
No, not to me. It suggests that you don't like that stuff. Whether it's been successful or just plain irritating doesn't come through to me.
Megan, I'm so sorry to read about your m-i-l. Strength and peace to all of you.
