It's 2014 and I've suddenly discovered I'm the only one of my group of friends left unattached. Going to comedy on my own is getting old so maybe it's time I listen to everyone and grow up. Maybe I'll crack it this year. Maybe I'll just crack up.
Showing posts with label lies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lies. Show all posts
Monday, 28 April 2014
It's you. Not me
What do you do what you start to believe you're nobodies idea of attractive. I've started to come to that realisation since joining the world of online dating.
I was always under the (false) impression that when I turned it on, I had game. Thinking you have game is different to thinking you're a stud.
Never have I thought of myself as 'attractive'. Indeed I figured I was average. One girlfriend, unkindly, said to me "You're not the sort of guy a girl would look at twice."
Tuesday, 25 March 2014
Competition
How do you stand out from the crowd?
I remember watching an abhorrent TV show called The Pick-up Artist. Yes, it's as disgusting as it sounds.
The 'lead' 'artist' (read: prick) talked about doing something called 'peacocking'. This does not mean covering your groin in colourful feathers, prancing around bars, hoping, just hoping, for one girl to like your feathers.
No. Peacocking is when a man - usually a man - does something to stand out, to show he's the lad you ladies want let violate you.
I remember watching an abhorrent TV show called The Pick-up Artist. Yes, it's as disgusting as it sounds.
The 'lead' 'artist' (read: prick) talked about doing something called 'peacocking'. This does not mean covering your groin in colourful feathers, prancing around bars, hoping, just hoping, for one girl to like your feathers.
No. Peacocking is when a man - usually a man - does something to stand out, to show he's the lad you ladies want let violate you.
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Friday, 21 March 2014
Just tell me
Tell me what you want. Just say it. I'm a big boy. I can take it.
That's the plea. That's the hope. Will it happen?
What am I talking about?
If you've dated online, or are dating online, you'll be familiar with the problem that there are people who do not bother to fill in the self-description portion of their profiles, or indeed lie to fucking death.
I think we need to be honest with each other. If you are indeed looking for that love of your life, why lie?
Here's the 'About Me' section from a girl I messaged. Of those who fill these things out, her's was quite typical:
I can be quite shy at first but once you get to know me you'll wish I was shy again. I have caught the travelling bug and will be off to Mount Everest in a matter of weeks eek!!!!Nothing Earth-shattering, nothing particularly revealing, but she gives a few things away someone who is interested in her can latch onto and find common ground.
I love listening to music and socialising, going out to dinner, theatre shows, cinema. In all honesty, I am not keen on going clubbing but then again I can't turn down a few drinks.
Goal in life is to explore the world more and participate in a triathalon!
Get in touch if you want to know more.
Maybe the person has gone to Nepal before, maybe they are going. How about films? Maybe they are a film buff and have advanced tickets to see the latest blockbuster. Or how about the theatre? You've just scored tickets to see Book of Mormon and an invite to the aftershow? Fucking A.
So you give her those. You explain how you share these things in common, and maybe you could go on a date and see what else you have in common.
Nothing wrong there, right?
Well what if they don't message you back.
That's weird. That's odd.
A lot of these dating sites let you know when someone has been looking at your profile, so you know they have seen what you're about. So why the no reply?
Did you talk too much about the theatre? She said she likes the theatre.
How about travelling? Maybe she's a five star girl and you're a roughing it on the trail guy.
Do you see the problem? We airbrush ourselves to an extent that we are no longer portraying ourselves. We bring out the very best, most exciting parts, and when someone comes along and matches some of those, you suddenly realise you actually want something far different.
Be honest. Do you want a 6ft, stunning doctor? Say it. Fuck anyone who doesn't like that.
Set out your stall and be truthful to yourself and everyone else.
The biggest cliché I've seen, from either gender, is to say that they are looking for that nice someone who they can love back, yada yada yada.
So you don't care if they work as a cashier at Lidl? Or how about they have alopecia, and are as smooth as a seal?
We're all in the same boat. We're all single and looking for someone. Maybe we should all put our cards on the table and help everyone else navigate this sickening world of self-destruction.
I'll be honest with you. You can't cook? You hate cooking? Well fuck you. Good luck with your life, but honestly I love to cook. I love food. If I can't share that with you, maybe you're not the one for me.
You can only travel from air conditioned palace to air conditioned SUV? Fuck you very much. I grab my rucksack and walk out there, and experience travelling. I don't need silk sheets and spa breaks.
You hate going to the theatre and couldn't picture sitting on the front row of a comedy show? You'll hate me. That's what I do, that's what I love.
How easy was that? We could all be that honest, and we'd all be better for it.
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