Stupid is as stupid does

I'm doing the online dating thing. Let me say ONE THING: Your opening line is EVERYTHING, boys.

So, the guy who just opened with: "May I have your panties?" Uh... Where to even begin on the lameness scale for that one?

Remember, "block this person" is the most valuable tool you have when doing the online thing.

Block, block, block. Fucking twit.

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So, Dear Readers, I'd like to ask you to stay tuned. Starting next week, I'll have more time on my hands and a more diligent writing schedule, and I have a few ambitious ideas to tackle. Hopefully this place'll be hopping again. In the meantime, I'd like to leave you with this lovely image.

Why this image? Because I've been pursuing the online thing more of late, and my GOD am I getting frustrated.

Okay, here's a mini-rant. Men are willing to go off to war. They're willing to scale mountains. They're willing to do all manner of stupid, life-endangering things, like running with bulls, but god-fucking-forbid they have the balls to cancel on a chick or see through some plans. (Obviously, there are awesome men out there who are not these guys... WHERE ARE YOU? Come HITHER. Now.)

As far as I can tell, these guys all want me. They've said so in countless ways, but as soon as our plans roll around, the guys are typically forgetful men and they often FORGET the dates. Instead of having the balls to say, "Shit, I forgot," they pussy up and never contact me again. And the amusing thing? I'm usually pretty cool about that sort of thing. I'm a busy chick, and I like my time alone, so getting a night to myself is often a bonus, not a horrible event.

I've always thought I was pretty decent at decoding men, but these days, I'm getting just a little flustered. I tell you, I'm five minutes away from walking into a bar and laying it on a guy. Trust me, I could easily walk in, and walk out with a dude on my arm -- I just hate the got'em-at-the-bar kind of deal.

On the flipside, meeting a nice CHICK someplace seems like a fuck of a lot LESS (ed. note: seems I forgot the most important word in this sentence earlier... AHEM.) hassle. I tell you, I'm so close to being driven to dyke by the dicks. So very close.

On the subject of images, if you look at the early days of this blog, I was using a lot of really hot photos. I've gotten away from that habit, but now I'm going to get back into it. Stay tuned for purty pics.