It's the same in here...

[aristophanes]

(10:01:55 AM) Picard: So you mean, she told you at the end of the meeting?
(10:02:07 AM) Picard: It’s not you it’s me?
(10:02:26 AM) Riker: not quite, over email
(10:02:53 AM) Picard: And you weren’t surprised?
(10:03:12 AM) Riker: no
(10:03:27 AM) Riker: i mean i did email her first
(10:03:30 AM) Riker: the following day
(10:03:40 AM) Picard: Let

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[aristophanes]

I think in the realm of online dating (meeting, hooking up, what have you) there is a larger than normal group of folks that attempt to...cover up their real life faults or limitations. They see it as a chance to be that person they always thought they could be (or once were) online.

Then they run into something less than perfect. They of course are aware they are less then perfect and instead of bringing attention to this incompatibility, they choose to ignore the whole thing. If they don't point out faults, then the other party won't point out faults, and everyone can live unhappily ever after or just decide to do the mutual ignoring thing which is stunningly easy to do over this medium.

OR that could just be a noble excuse for people that...that don't want to defined what they want ahead of time (one-night stand, drinking buddy, fuck buddy, life partner) but instead only want to make that decision after the first meeting. And if that meeting is just "blah", perhaps they just go along for the ride in the hopes to get 'the sex' as oppose to giving up when they know full well they should.

I'm not certain any of that made sense. And I'll have to check with the captain as well.

As for the stalking...uh, I'll "friend" you if you "friend" me. :P

[mdm_sosostris]

Duly "friended." (Christ, that is so not a verb. Plus it sounds like a pale euphemism for something much more interesting.)

No, that makes sense. For me, I tended to treat the whole process like a competitive sport. Whether I liked $RANDOMONLINEPERSON or not mattered far less than if s/he liked me. If s/he did like me, I won. Kinda like job interviews.

I also did a crappy job of figuring out what I wanted while I was actively "dating." So I got relationships when I wanted sex, sex when I wanted intimacy, and stalked when I suggested we "just be friends." (Okay, that only happened once. It was enough, though.) The whole thing is a nightmare of mixed signals and social floundering. Blech.