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Springfield, Missouri, United States
I’m in my mid-30s and still trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. Most of my interests do not exactly come with a reasonable expectation of financial success, things such as artwork and fiction writing. I’ve been married to a delightful, attractive woman for five years, and, thankfully, neither of us wants to have children, so we can look forward to adult vacations, sleeping late, and disposable income. We do have two dogs, two chinchillas, a gerbil, and three chickens. Only the chickens seem to be pulling their weight vis-à-vis contributions to the household other than excrement.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

So Much Love and Syphilis to Give

4/11/07

Let me start off by saying that I don’t think there’s anything inherently sad or pathetic about online dating sites. I think it’s actually a pretty good idea, and a way to reach far more potential mates than you otherwise could. However, I would point out that like any collection of people admittedly “looking for love,” you’re probably going to find a disproportionately large percentage of shit to shinola. I heard someone talking about a fella she had been in contact with through one of these sites:




“I don’t know what it is about these internet guys, but you talk to them like
twice and they’re already professing their undying love.”


Really? You don’t know what it is? Because maybe, I mean perhaps, it’s the fact that most of the people on there, like any other group of human beings, is sort of a loser. Not only that, they are a lonely black hole of emotional need loser. I’m not saying that everyone who uses online date services is a loser, or even most of them; I’m merely saying that when Jethro69 with a profile pic sporting the “Git ‘er Done” ball cap starts acting a little needy and breathing heavily when you finally talk to them on the phone, you shouldn’t be surprised. That’s like wearing a t-shirt that says “Everybody Pon Farr” and then being shocked that the only people approaching you are creepy dudes wearing Star Trek uniforms. Incidentally, if you get that joke, you’re a big Star Trek nerd…like me, apparently. Here’s why it’s funny.

Also, check out my lovely Vulcan friend I drew here. I probably need to stop watching Trek reruns for awhile.






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