So in my last post I said I was going to try to respond to every message I got on the dating site for a few days.
Anyone wanna take bets on how long I actually lasted before I called it quits? I’ll tell you in a second, but needless to say it wasn’t a few days.
Five hours. Five fucking hours of “That’s rude,” “Your loss,” and “Why even bother responding if you’re just going to be a cunt?”
You know what all those replies had in common? My message to them, after they initially contacted me, was a form “I don’t think we’re a good match, but have a nice day!” After the first couple hours it got reduced to “Not interested” or “No thanks” as the situation called for. Like in this message:
Well, that one was a good laugh at least. I’m just not even going to bother posting the other replies since they mostly fit into the category of ignoring my opinion on the matter completely and attempting to continue the conversation (so I ended up not responding to half of them anyway) or were asshole-ish.
And men wonder why women choose to just not respond. Such fucktards, if you’ll excuse my French. It’s cute to think that we ought to have the time and patience to go through every profile that says hello, but the fact of the matter is even long, supposedly “thought-out” messages are fucking copy-pastes. I’m not shitting you, I had one guy send me the exact same message last night that he had about a month ago. It was a paragraph about himself and how much in common he thought we had – except that it was utter bullshit, since it was clear he was using the same thing over and over again. It’s too bad I delete that shit regularly or I would’ve posted it on here.
Needless to say, I’m back to judgmental bitch “I’m only talking to people I’m actually interested in seeing naked” mode.
I think the conclusion of this social experiment is pretty obvious: responding to every message one receives is about as fun and productive as sticking needles under your own fingernails.
Moving right the fuck on.
I forgot to mention that I saw the Lawyer over the weekend again. He moved to a new place and asked me to help break it in. That was pretty flattering. I feel like the more time I spend in bed with him, the more childish I feel compared to him. It’s inevitable to wonder how a relationship with a fuck buddy would work out, even if it’s never going to happen, and in this case I’m now 100% certain it won’t. (Again, not that I wasn’t before, but it’s one thing to know that logically and another thing to realize, “Oh yeah, I definitely am not attracted to this guy in any way other than sexually.”) He’s cool alone but I feel like he would be embarrassed to bring me around his friends and I’d be embarrassed to bring him around mine. Chemistry only goes so far, you know?
I’m so fucking bored. Where are all the adventurous hot guys? The ones that want to go dancing on Fridays and skinny dipping on Saturdays and to cool concerts on Sundays? The ones that want to fuck for hours, like there’s no tomorrow? Maybe I need to get on a different dating site – maybe I wore this one out.