Online Dating- foe or friend?

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Online dating has become more than just a myth. It has become a reality.

I’ve tried it a couple times just for the hell of it. Every time I get on there I have these things happen:

A) weird, creepy, unattractive guys always find me.

B) when I do go out on a limb and message a guy first, I get either no reply- even though their profile lists how they are so nice and love conversation OR “no thanks”. As if my attempt to just talk to them was too much.

C) when I meet guys in person, I see the reason they are on there. Not because they are unattractive, but because they are either awkward or only want sex. Lots of sex.

So basically dating websites are where cowardly, “shy” fellas can attempt to get laid as they call it without the face to face interaction and possible rejection.

I’ve been approached with messages from guys (who don’t exactly look like Josh Brolin) saying unoriginal and grotesque things like “Would you like to go on a date with me? I’ll give you the D later.” Really? How could I possibly turn down that offer?

So I’ve made my conclusion about online dating websites- don’t do it unless you’re ready to: get approached inappropriately, only want unsatisfying sexual encounters from guys who only brag about their “attributes” ONLINE, or really don’t give a shit what people think about you. If you’re semi sensitive like me, it’ll just hurt your feelings when messages and such from handsome men don’t flood your inbox.

There ya have it.

And if you do happen to meet anyone at all online- I don’t care if they say they’re a virgin preacher who lives with his parents- take someone with you and go somewhere incredibly PUBLIC. That’s all I ask. There’s been recent cases where rapists have made appearances on these websites.

Deprivation and douchebags

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I’ve noticed something:

A guy can either get cuter or uglier.

When you like a guy, he naturally becomes more attractive even if he isn’t really. When you seem to be un-attracted to a guy, he gets uglier each day. I think you either find more things you like or find more things you dislike.

A coworker of mine for example- when I first met him I thought he was a douchebag, which he can be very easily even now, but as I got to know him and talk to him, he slowly got more attractive. He’s not the typical hunk for sure. Think of a grouchy, grungy band dude. Or that’s what most people think of him at first. Including myself.

Just a funny thing I noticed today at work when every time I walked by this coworker of mine I wanted to rip his clothes off and jump his bones.

Maybe I’m just that…deprived.

C

The woes of womanhood…

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Let me just say one thing right now– being a woman SUCKS.

And let me just say one other thing right now– no matter what we tell you men about our lives, experiences, thoughts– you still have NO idea what it’s like to be us.

Example #1– the photo above. That’s my pregnancy test I took earlier today. My first one ever, in fact. That little stick can be the cause for tears– either of joy or dread. Today was joy for me. Mostly because it was (re)assurance in a BIG way.

Don’t get me wrong, sex is an awesome, wonderful thing, but damn! That fit of sensual passion that lasts about 20 minutes (hopefully) or so can cause quite a tizzy in a woman’s emotions. Well, mine anyways. Especially when it wasn’t satisfying for me. I won’t even go into that tonight.

I even went the extra 10 (not just 1!) miles and used all sorts of protection. Even went as far to use it as a deal or no deal kind of thing– use condoms and other rightfully appropriate actions during and after sex or it’s not happening buddy.

It seems even those didn’t calm my mind. It’s like once the “could I be pregnant?” thought enters a woman’s mind, it doesn’t leave until she has reassured herself in as many ways as possible. Even if that means telling all of her close friends about the situation and getting their 2 cents on it.

And it seems no matter how many “dude, you’re fine”‘s I get, that doesn’t help either.

So that’s where the pregnancy test comes in– the only assurance out there that truly calms my jittery and anxious mind.

So…why does the mere thought of pregnancy scare the living shit out of me? Because it takes several key components to make it successful: money, a significant other, and a stable environment- none of which I truly have.

Raising a child is not in my life plans at the moment. Not even close.

I want to raise that child properly.

I’ve come to the conclusion that the only way for me not to freak out is to not have sex anymore until I’m either in:

A) a very serious relationship

Or

B) married

Yep, those are my new options.

Or I could become a nun.

The end.

C

Men vs. Women

Are men and women really that different when it comes to relationships?

When I was younger, I thought men were evil and women were the victims.

Boy, did I have a major reality check.

Men and women are capable of the same things in relationships. Men cheat. Women cheat. Men propose. Women propose. Men break hearts. Women break hearts.

Men aren’t always the bad guys in love stories like society seems to portray. Neither are women.

Looking back on my past “lovers”, I see that the sexes aren’t really that different. Women get upset with boyfriends and cry to their girl friends. So do men. Late night obsessing over how someone broke a piece of your heart? Not only a female thing.

It’s shocking how similar we are. I know, someone out there reading this blog is probably screaming and possibly throwing items at their computer screen but if you think about it, it’s true.

I’ve dated guys who were sensitive, clingy, and spilled their feelings like there was no tomorrow. I’ve also dated guys who filled the typical male stereotype. I’ll let you come up with the descriptive adjective(s) of your choice.

I think what it all boils down to is how we react to situations in relationships. Women (sometimes) lose their heads and scream while men (sometimes) completely shut down. Or beat the shit out of any other guy involved. Come to think of it, I’ve seen women do that too.

This small discovery makes me smile.

We can be just as aggressive as men while they can be just as sensitive as we are.

Just something to think about…

C