The problem with me and internet dating is that I am really picky. To save myself & everyone reading my profile some time, I recently added a listing of people who shouldn’t waste their time messaging me. Don’t worry, I finessed the shit out of the way I wrote it out in my profiles. Or at least I thought I did, until this little message exchange that spiced up my evening.
- HIM: Hmm… awfully picky for a girl covered in trashy tattoos.
ME: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Was that your attempt at a pickup line or did you just feel like using a dating site to “make a statement”?
HIM: No. I just like to laugh at white trash… it’s funny. I would come back with “read much?” to counter your argument, but we both know the answer to that, don’t we? When I start accepting the opinions of militant little girls with daddy issues, I’ll put your request at the top of the pile.
ME: Do you put this kind of energy into messaging every girl whose profile doesn’t strike your fancy? You seem like the type that would. “We both know the answer to that” – or not, obviously. I’m not going to justify my dislike of LAME DUDES to someone of your ‘caliber’. Keep the insults rolling, you’re not lowering my self-esteem. You are, however, showcasing precisely the reason why you’re single. Have a great life. May you find a girl as goofy-looking and overly concerned with other peoples’ standards as you are!
I’m not bummed out on being called white trash because I have tattoos. That’s fine, it’s the fact someone would go out of their way to message a stranger just to be a jerk. I am fairly certain this means I spend way too much time using a computer. Not only that but I am totes busted for engaging in an internet fight with someone that is obviously into trying to start internet fights. (I fully expect someone to post that image involving the special Olympics* in response I welcome it, even.) Not that I’m going to spend less time on the computer, but it does mean I think I need to be burning off energy daily. Fucking holidays are throwing me off my flow, guys.
Good thing I’ve almost finished the master-craft that is the blog entry regaling you with stories involving some recent IRL dating awkwardness, right? :D The internet: my work-out inspiration.
* Am I supposed to capitalize Special? And do they really expect me not to make retard references on the internet with a name like that?