Dicks never die...
...they just write horrible psuedo-autobiographies.
This is not about an actual date, per se...but I'm including it here since it has to do with dating. Kinda.
Lo' back in '99, when dinosaurs roamed the earth, and myspace was just a domain name, there was a man with a website. I shall not release the site name, since I do not wish to promote him, nor his ungodly attempt at writing.
His site said that he had been pestered by his friends to find a nice girl. There was even a testimonial from his ex-girlfriend. I sent him an email saying, "Hey. Cute site. Hope you find someone good." and expected no response.
But, the heavens parted (or I got a voice saying something along the line of "You've got mail!") and he had responded. It was a legnthy response, which was amazing considering that it only took him five minutes to compose. He asked me where I was from and what I did for a living.
I replied, but also told him that I didn't live on the east coast (his location), nor did I want to pursue anything long distance. Again, best of luck, blah blah, didn't expect a response.
He emailed me, I emailed him back. And again...before out it came. "I'm coming out to LA. Can I buy you a drink?"
So, I said sure. I had moved to the area not too long before, and thought "Why the hell not?" So, we made plans.
Now, having met this guy on the internet, I didn't plan on actually seeing him. I got a phone call saying he'd arrived in LA, and were we still on for drinks? I said sure, and told him to call me back closer to the time and we'd figure out where to go.
Being the natural blonde that I am, I totally flaked. I didn't even give it a second thought, until the next morning (Sunday) when I got a call from my internet friend who profusely apologized and told me that he had sent me flowers to make up for it (they would arrive on Monday) and could he see me that afternoon? For a drink? Near my apartment?
I'm going to let you all in on a little secret...I knew this guy was probably pretty slimey. He was just way too quick with answers, etc. from his emails and phone calls. I thought I might meet him for a drink since it would probably make for a good story. After the new offer for a drink, I cracked up.
"Sure," I said. "Why don't you just come over here and we'll find some way to amuse ourselves?"
He said, "Wow. Damn. Okay. What's the address?"
That's when I said, "You don't have it?
"No, you never gave it to me."
"Really? That's interesting. So, where exactly did you send those flowers?"
"...."
*click*
So, I never heard from him again, in the speaking to him and having him respond sense. His site eventually turned into "stories about girls I had sex with" and he calls himself a 'dick'. Personally, I would have gone with 'sad ass poser', but that's just me.
He fancies himself a stud, and says he's "banged hundreds of women". Uh-huh. If he has, they had to be pretty damn stupid...and taking advantage of stupid women would not be something I'd be proud about. Of course, that's me. He, apparently, seems to think that not only is it something he should be proud of (note: if, in fact, it did happen) but that he should write a book about.
It's self published (a sure sign of quality) but I have to wonder who he knows to get that kind of thing on the shelves of my local Borders. Yes, in fact, there it was in all it's fabulous glory.
I picked it up and flipped through it. He again calls himself a 'dick' on one page, and then charming on the next. He talks about preying on women's self esteem and desire for a relationship to use them for sex and dump them. I've known guys who were attractive and say that women throw themselves at them all the time. I've known guys who could make women laugh, and that helps to 'land them', so to speak. I even know guys who go for the 'pity sex' angle...but they're all upfront about what they want for the most part. I have to give them credit for at least being honest. If the woman they're with reads something into it...it's their own fault if they get hurt.
But I have to wonder what's worse...preying on women with the promise of a relationship, or lying about having it be sucessful time and time again. There can't be that many stupid, desperate women out there. Can there?
*Note: Our little exchange is not featured in his book.
Also, sorry about the typos...
This is not about an actual date, per se...but I'm including it here since it has to do with dating. Kinda.
Lo' back in '99, when dinosaurs roamed the earth, and myspace was just a domain name, there was a man with a website. I shall not release the site name, since I do not wish to promote him, nor his ungodly attempt at writing.
His site said that he had been pestered by his friends to find a nice girl. There was even a testimonial from his ex-girlfriend. I sent him an email saying, "Hey. Cute site. Hope you find someone good." and expected no response.
But, the heavens parted (or I got a voice saying something along the line of "You've got mail!") and he had responded. It was a legnthy response, which was amazing considering that it only took him five minutes to compose. He asked me where I was from and what I did for a living.
I replied, but also told him that I didn't live on the east coast (his location), nor did I want to pursue anything long distance. Again, best of luck, blah blah, didn't expect a response.
He emailed me, I emailed him back. And again...before out it came. "I'm coming out to LA. Can I buy you a drink?"
So, I said sure. I had moved to the area not too long before, and thought "Why the hell not?" So, we made plans.
Now, having met this guy on the internet, I didn't plan on actually seeing him. I got a phone call saying he'd arrived in LA, and were we still on for drinks? I said sure, and told him to call me back closer to the time and we'd figure out where to go.
Being the natural blonde that I am, I totally flaked. I didn't even give it a second thought, until the next morning (Sunday) when I got a call from my internet friend who profusely apologized and told me that he had sent me flowers to make up for it (they would arrive on Monday) and could he see me that afternoon? For a drink? Near my apartment?
I'm going to let you all in on a little secret...I knew this guy was probably pretty slimey. He was just way too quick with answers, etc. from his emails and phone calls. I thought I might meet him for a drink since it would probably make for a good story. After the new offer for a drink, I cracked up.
"Sure," I said. "Why don't you just come over here and we'll find some way to amuse ourselves?"
He said, "Wow. Damn. Okay. What's the address?"
That's when I said, "You don't have it?
"No, you never gave it to me."
"Really? That's interesting. So, where exactly did you send those flowers?"
"...."
*click*
So, I never heard from him again, in the speaking to him and having him respond sense. His site eventually turned into "stories about girls I had sex with" and he calls himself a 'dick'. Personally, I would have gone with 'sad ass poser', but that's just me.
He fancies himself a stud, and says he's "banged hundreds of women". Uh-huh. If he has, they had to be pretty damn stupid...and taking advantage of stupid women would not be something I'd be proud about. Of course, that's me. He, apparently, seems to think that not only is it something he should be proud of (note: if, in fact, it did happen) but that he should write a book about.
It's self published (a sure sign of quality) but I have to wonder who he knows to get that kind of thing on the shelves of my local Borders. Yes, in fact, there it was in all it's fabulous glory.
I picked it up and flipped through it. He again calls himself a 'dick' on one page, and then charming on the next. He talks about preying on women's self esteem and desire for a relationship to use them for sex and dump them. I've known guys who were attractive and say that women throw themselves at them all the time. I've known guys who could make women laugh, and that helps to 'land them', so to speak. I even know guys who go for the 'pity sex' angle...but they're all upfront about what they want for the most part. I have to give them credit for at least being honest. If the woman they're with reads something into it...it's their own fault if they get hurt.
But I have to wonder what's worse...preying on women with the promise of a relationship, or lying about having it be sucessful time and time again. There can't be that many stupid, desperate women out there. Can there?
*Note: Our little exchange is not featured in his book.
Also, sorry about the typos...