Dating?!!!! You mean someone I have not met before?!!!!
Ah fuck, it her fault! Lol, not really. A good friend of is hitting the dating scene and she has semi pushed me into do the same. God, man, dating in New York, thats some hard shit. Last time I tried that was years ago when I first came to the city. What have I been doing since then? Hanging with friends, going to parties and events, and enjoying the extremely rare sex type thing, that usually ends in flat out disappointment towards anything past that.
Ugg, I put up a profile on a online dating site recommended, yeah a free one. BUT! I have done this before, yes several years ago, the free dating sites are like middle dances. The girls stand on one side of the room, the guys stand on the other and each wait several hours for one to ask the other for a dance on the dance floor. Nobody wants to pay memberships fees to ask someone out, everybody hopes someone will ask them out first. BLEH!!!! I checked the site on alexa, dharmamatch.com, eh not a lot of site hits really, it would explain the semi low pool to choose from. Granted dharmamatch is spiritually orientated(standard dating site with 3 more questions to answer about people's spiritual path), but hell I was severely disappointed, check out my highly selective filters, 22-30 females with in 25 miles of New York. Yeah, and I was not blown away with choices. Plus I gotta pay just to initiate some long shots!
Yes I am bitchy about it, but is a seemingly curmudgeon process. I won't even go into the dozen pagan dating websites I looked at, they look like pyramid scams designed by shady 12 year olds, yeah the site design is atrociousness and ineffectual at best.
So the other option is crap shoot craigslist or do the full super paid service of the big 3 of internet dating. BLEH
I looked at some the craigslist, I swear some of the ads women put up their offended me like someone's grandpa. Shit, it totally struck a cord with my inner prude, or perhaps a few past lives as a woman. Seriously, WTF?! I was not even looking at the casual encounters section where some of that shite belong, telling me you like to swallow does light my fire, my fucking toilet swallows or any drain for that matter, you are not unique!
Then the rest are chicks who are rapidly getting the fear of becoming spinsters and are full of such acid laced sarcasm, hey! You attract more files with honey instead of vinegar and if thats all you got you might wanna consider a blood transfusion. The others are blissfully middle of the road with little to no personality, at least jizzguzzler girl had some drive and passion. . . ?
And of course I remember the first 5 or 6 dates I did years ago, the biggest problem was yeah you are awesome in Internet Land, but what you like on a date, drumroll quease . . . . . no chemistry. Which is no ones fault, cept the Internet's for not having teleportation systems set up so you could meet them in person before you invest all that email and phone run around bs.
I really see how alcohol fuels the NYC dating scene. Although the girl who was a close near miss who I am still trying to get over did no drugs, smoke or drink, she just liked to eat lots of tasty sweet food, appetite like racehorse after a race and looked like she stepped out of my dreams. Her daily life is so active she looks like she never eats. But the main problem being she is so active with several very important things in her life that my needs for a girlfriend are above what she could give me.
Dating. . . Shit, I'm mostly broke and what I have I am trying to save for travel and a new lens or computer. I mean hell I've been mostly broke since I got here, not much has changed, I must be losing it if I even think that dating is even possible now.
Sigh, Dating, Why?
Ugg, I put up a profile on a online dating site recommended, yeah a free one. BUT! I have done this before, yes several years ago, the free dating sites are like middle dances. The girls stand on one side of the room, the guys stand on the other and each wait several hours for one to ask the other for a dance on the dance floor. Nobody wants to pay memberships fees to ask someone out, everybody hopes someone will ask them out first. BLEH!!!! I checked the site on alexa, dharmamatch.com, eh not a lot of site hits really, it would explain the semi low pool to choose from. Granted dharmamatch is spiritually orientated(standard dating site with 3 more questions to answer about people's spiritual path), but hell I was severely disappointed, check out my highly selective filters, 22-30 females with in 25 miles of New York. Yeah, and I was not blown away with choices. Plus I gotta pay just to initiate some long shots!
Yes I am bitchy about it, but is a seemingly curmudgeon process. I won't even go into the dozen pagan dating websites I looked at, they look like pyramid scams designed by shady 12 year olds, yeah the site design is atrociousness and ineffectual at best.
So the other option is crap shoot craigslist or do the full super paid service of the big 3 of internet dating. BLEH
I looked at some the craigslist, I swear some of the ads women put up their offended me like someone's grandpa. Shit, it totally struck a cord with my inner prude, or perhaps a few past lives as a woman. Seriously, WTF?! I was not even looking at the casual encounters section where some of that shite belong, telling me you like to swallow does light my fire, my fucking toilet swallows or any drain for that matter, you are not unique!
Then the rest are chicks who are rapidly getting the fear of becoming spinsters and are full of such acid laced sarcasm, hey! You attract more files with honey instead of vinegar and if thats all you got you might wanna consider a blood transfusion. The others are blissfully middle of the road with little to no personality, at least jizzguzzler girl had some drive and passion. . . ?
And of course I remember the first 5 or 6 dates I did years ago, the biggest problem was yeah you are awesome in Internet Land, but what you like on a date, drumroll quease . . . . . no chemistry. Which is no ones fault, cept the Internet's for not having teleportation systems set up so you could meet them in person before you invest all that email and phone run around bs.
I really see how alcohol fuels the NYC dating scene. Although the girl who was a close near miss who I am still trying to get over did no drugs, smoke or drink, she just liked to eat lots of tasty sweet food, appetite like racehorse after a race and looked like she stepped out of my dreams. Her daily life is so active she looks like she never eats. But the main problem being she is so active with several very important things in her life that my needs for a girlfriend are above what she could give me.
Dating. . . Shit, I'm mostly broke and what I have I am trying to save for travel and a new lens or computer. I mean hell I've been mostly broke since I got here, not much has changed, I must be losing it if I even think that dating is even possible now.
Sigh, Dating, Why?