Online ‘dating’ isn’t really dating… it’s a cesspool of desperation in uncertain times. – Lisa Long Preisler
What an adventure online ‘dating’ is turning out to be.
First, my teenage years were mid to late 70s when people actually met. Then we hung out, got to know each other, did the nasty stuff, and decided if we wanted to continue in a relationship or not. Sometimes in that order, sometimes not, but still the steps were there. Old school. Not this ‘text until your semi-arthritic fingers feel like they’re going to drop off’ and wait for a reply age of enlightenment where a back-and-forth exchange of maybe 20 minutes or so could end with receiving a dick pic cesspool that online dating in the age of Rona has become. Perhaps it isn’t due to Rona, maybe it has been this way for awhile, but I’ve been out of the meat market scene for 15 years, so who am I to judge?
But back to the dick pics. Seriously? Taking pictures of nether regions to send to an unknown person? I know my mind is weird, strange, kinky, dark, and sometimes a bit depraved, but it’s just too much information. I suppose the meaning is to entice, but holy cow. As a male wordsmith acquaintance succinctly stated, “My gender is so stupid… I don’t understand the rationale for such pictures… do they think that showing your stuff is akin to waving a magic wand?”
I’m sure women are equally as obnoxious, so I try not to be mean to people. Although sarcasm comes across as bitchy in text messages, snark is definitely called for in such circumstances.
So dude, take your dick pics, wave your wand, jump on your carpet and fly off into the sunset. Desperation is not attractive and neither are your pictures. You see, it doesn’t matter the shape or size of your stuff. What matters is if you are confident, humble, kind, random, silly, and treat others as you wish to be treated. And P.S. Spare me the passive aggressive bullshit “I’m sorry I offended you,” not gonna work. Deleting one profile and creating another won’t work either, my facial recognition skills are akin to google. I might be dumb, but I’m not stupid.