I am going to post one of the most exciting convos I’ve had on okcupid…and it was from a guy who rejected me :D
No I’m fareal, I want to deck it out with this dude…oh and he’s a scorpio so he think he know everything…just like the rest of us. Difference is…he’s close minded? I don’t know that many close-minded scorpios…most of us are pretty open or at least somewhat right? Anyway, he was a cute nerdy Arab muslim kid from Springfield:
okcupid, you gettin on my nerves buddy.
ok explain to me why this has happened twice…
I started having slightly nice conversations with (at least) two dudes on okcupid and all of a sudden they stopped talking to me…wait I do that shit too.
But only to dudes who are pushy or odd like,
“hey its taking you a long time to repy” after not replying for 5 min or so
“yeah i just got out of bad relationship” or “yeah life has been really hard right now”…
or you say dumb shit that clearly makes the conversation die out (and I don’t do that…I’m just weird and blunt).
Guess online chatting is…awkward. but I am learning, awkward is okay-in fact awkward is fucking fantastic.
take the plunge in online bullshit!
so here’s the deal. I’ve already got okcupid in one basket…
now out of curiosity and boredom (for now, I actually work later).
I’m joining eharmony and match.com to see what the fuckin fuss is all about.
I will document some of this shit on my tumblr because I expect ridiculousness.
Anymore online dating websites I can douche around on?
So guys always have funny sex stories or clever shit they can do in bed…
like using your dick like a lightsabe and singing the star wars theme song and say something stupid about the force…
or make super mario video game noises…
Basically…there really aren’t that many funny stories about a chic doing something in connection with her vag while having sex…
Anyone have any-cause I’d really love to do it?
what does all this mean???
Okay here’s my dilemma…
I want to get laid (there’s no need involved cause I’ll live if I don’t),
but I have the option of meeting up with some dude from okcupid to hang out. See if we’re chill and then if leads to the sack then so be it.
But everything in my body is going “NO. No Yazzy no. You want something else, you know you want something else. You wanna date, you wanna meet new people, sex is complicated and complicates things.” My friend said try out a few dates with this dude and have a summer fling, go for it. I guess cause the dude pulled a “I’m lonely wanna come over?” (at 1am) and a “What are you wearing?” When someone says that-I ain’t no damn fool.
Do I wanna just date and not deal with the sex? Yes, actually I do. I’m so confuddled. Also, I feel as if I’m degrading myself in some way by indulging in the online dating world to just find someone to hang with. I know it’s not but it’s like saying “Oh, you can’t find someone fareal-in the real world so you gotta find um online first.” Does that mean somethings wrong? I can’t tell…
That does say something doesn’t it? What does it mean if you’re more seemingly attractive online than in real life-or let me say it like this, what does it mean if you get more attention online than you do in real life? (well hell that happens regardless online because more folk just wanna get it in/are superficial-I believe)
Funny story. I told my sis I joined okcupid and she said that she did too but had tot leave because she got too many people just hitting on her and asking her for sex…Now THAT says something doesn’t it?
Dating Website Hole of “Pay Attention to Me Please?!”
I have done it-joined the mighty Dating Website. OkCupid. Couple of chics on campus actually have one…I initialy wanted to use it so it could tell me who I’m most compatible with on campus-which would be HI larious. However I got stuck in the DC area and browsed.
Here’s what I’ve gotten:
“Hey I hope you don’t mind me asking but would you like to have casual sex?”
“Hey u cutie”
“You’re a beautiful girl”
“Hey, would you like a sugar daddy?”
“Yes. Okay. I get it. I dig you.”
“I would love to hang with you”
“Hey what’s up I’d Wine and Dine you :) “
“Hey this is funny cause I sorta know you. A friend of mine said he had sex with you at Hollins and apparently you loved it.”
The last one I deleted-ya know freshman year adventures. I did hook up with a tall football player from GMU (why they were 4 hours away from campus at Hollins, no fuckin clue), hook up meant major foreplay-what can I say freshman times shit happens.
Anyways. I started really talking to this one guy who was really attractive, his idea of hanging out was “coffee and talking.” The rest have been…interesting. I don’t do these a lot. Every so often I check um out just for the hell of it, also to fuck with people (not literally)-I try to write the most ridiculous shit and see how they’ll react. Good thing I didn’t put my area in Roanoke…guh on that ship.
Plus it intrigues me who’s attracted to who, I’ve gotten tons of minorities, Indians, Latinos, African Americans and a few white guys, just a few. Says somethin right?
Wondered what happened
Last night, I sat alone on the couch in my underwear, ordered Italian food (they forgot the meatballs. Assholes.), drank some beers and several scotches while watching two straight hours of Real Housewives of Orange County. As my time with Alexis ended – my favorite due to her complete lack of intelligence - and I thumbed through my DVR list wondering how I’d pass the rest of the night, the same depressing thought scurried through my brain yet again: This isn’t where I thought I’d be at 30 years old.
I had assumed my bachelor days would have ceased by now. That a bubbly voice would be there to chide me whenever I hovered over the kitchen sink, devouring dinner directly from the pot. That I’d have a girlfriend so intellectually well-rounded, we’d exchange witty barbs about foreign policy before diving into serious matters, such as whether or not Courtney from The Bachelor was actually attractive. I’m slightly exaggerating here, but I did at least envision having a special someone so engrained in my life that the necessity of wearing pants at night would be more of a given. If only so that the lucky lady had something to remove later on.
As it stands, the last carnal encounter I had occurred in 2011. The admission “Well, I haven’t had sex this year…,” actually left my lips the other evening amid the company of close friends, all of whom are nauseatingly happy in their various serious relationships.
yeesh. I sympathize.
Our culture expects women’s – and men’s – bodies to be a certain way. People are very invested in the idea that Men Look Like This and Women Look Like That and Never the Twain Shall Meet. Well, guess what? Nature doesn’t give a fuck about your sexual binary. Nature puts us together in a million different ways – actually, about seven billion, give or take a few hundred thousand – and a lot of us are going to walk that imaginary line. There are going to be short, hairless men with high voices and tall women with deep voices and people who are intersexed in a bunch of different ways, and here’s the great thing – it’s all okay. Every single one of us. There’s not a thing wrong with any of us.
my conclusion on the ideal person(s) to be with-
don’t have the answers but ideally: artist in some way, funny, alive, intelligent, yes to SEX, and doesn’t give two fucks and a handbag for social media with a good sense of racial/gender equality (goes both ways for chics and dudes)…did I mention older, I think that should be in there…
yeah, yeesh hard right.
also no religious nut please? can we both realistically look at religion and acknowledge what it is as a controlling factor in our society…yes? Oh you’re great sweety.
I don’t care how much sex anyone has, how often they do it, or who they do it with. I’m much more interested in the consent, pleasure, and well-being of the participants and the people affected by it. I respect women who are asexual, celibate, monogamous, multi-partnered, or have had more partners than they can recall. I respect women who only have sex after a commitment to monogamy and those who have sex with someone within minutes of meeting them. I respect women who have transactional sex, women who have sex for love, or for any other reason. I know that all of these categories are permeable and that many women move from one to another. And I know that any of these decisions can be made from a place of personal power, choice, and authenticity, as well as from a place of coercion, shame, and disempowerment.
Americans are creating massive public outcries in favor of birth control. Translation: Americans are creating massive public outcries in favor of sex for pleasure, sex for reasons other than procreation, sex for sex’s own sake. Americans are willing to stand up and acknowledge that they have sex because it feels good — and they are creating massive public outcries when people try to interfere with that, or try to shame them about it. I don’t think that would have been the case twenty years ago. Maybe not even ten years ago. But now, today, in 2012, Americans are willing, and proud, and passionately eager, to say out loud, ‘I use birth control. I have sex for pleasure. I don’t want to have children right now, I may never want to have children — and I still plan to have sex. And that is a good thing.’
All the paganism, Tantra, meditation, sacred sex, and BDSM sex magic(k) books and workshops represent a step backward. They are very convenient ways of rationalizing sexual pleasure by letting people claim that it’s about “something more” than just making your body feel good. All the sweat and cum and juices and the delicious, confusing carnality of sex get shoved back into the closet in favor of much tidier abstractions so that we can believe that we’re not just shallow hedonists. And that takes us back to square one, where we were told by our teachers, priests, and parents that sex was good — or at least acceptable — when done for any reason other than physical pleasure.
keep my secret mineminemine!
Reasons why dudes suck-
they just suck…and then the chics do too-
this is another reason why I should get laid more-