So, I decided to spice things up with some more online drama and created an OK Cupid Profile. What can I say, Monday night. Not a lot going on…..
I uploaded two pictures, spent about 10 minutes thinking, and realized that I didn’t know what to write in my profile. Then, I thought, these are dudes we are talking about – does what I have to say about myself even matter? Guys don’t listen anyway. Really, the important thing here is how I look. I mean, in a real relationship, physical attraction is important, but has to be balanced by an attractive personality. However, in flirtations and other such non-relationships, you are as interesting as you look. Personality comes in a distant second place. Keep reading before you disagree with me.
It’s not just online. I’ve never once been to a bar and had a guy walk up to me and say, “Excuse me, being tall and pale, you are not even remotely what I consider physically attractive in a woman, but you seem like someone who would have a great personality if I gave you a chance. Can I buy you a drink and get to know you better?”
That’s just not how it happens. If someone finds you attractive; they’re interested! If you’re truly an interesting person, well, that’s just the icing on the cake, isn’t it?
I don’t think it’s necessarily a bad thing. And it’s not just a guy thing. Come to think about it, I can’t think of a single unattractive person on whom I would put my “interesting” stamp. Eh, we’ll talk about this later. Back to my dating profile….
So, I have the pictures, my physical descriptors, and not a lot else.
*Bing* I get a message. Not bad for a 7 minute investment on a free online dating website!
LongHairGuy says “Hi.”
LongHairGuy is 2 years older than the max on my age range, but I liked his name because it made me think he could be a rockstar. I checked out his profile. I didn’t get any other info about him because his pictures scared me. Not a rockstar.
I decided to quietly ignore the message instead of going out of my way to reject him.
Then, I get an Instant Message from Hawaii Five Oh (or something like that)….something put me off immediately (maybe the repressed feeling of being a little girl who was not allowed to talk to strangers or play in chat rooms…) But I didn’t want to be rude. He said “hi” and asked how I was. I thought, Why are we having this discussion? You don’t know me! You don’t really care how I am! Today was actually all over the place, but you won’t get that! This is the worst question you could ask me right now….and I responded with “Good, thanks. How are you?”
He told me his name. As soon as I said, “I’m Maureen,” my fight-or-flight instinct kicked in and I ex’ed out of the browser.
Let Catholic guilt seep in.
I logged back on and sent him a message. I made up some excuse about a bad internet connection I said I didn’t want to be rude. I wished him a good night.
Then, I get an e-mail. Another new message from another guy with a really random screen name. He says, “Hey Shorty, wanna chat?”
Shorty? Could I really be someone’s shorty? I check out his profile. Not a chance. He was the shorty. I wanted to write back, “Dude, I’m almost 5’10” and I just bought killer 3.5″ heels yesterday that I plan on wearing…a lot. Since you’re shorter than me when I’m in flats, let’s not broach this delicate subject yet. I know it worked for Sonny and Cher, but they were friends first.”
I’d had enough of online dating….for tonight anyway.