Friday, October 4, 2013

Don't Bet On It

Well, that didn't last long at all.  Yours truly officially deactivated her OKC profile for the second time yesterday.  Life is complicated; dating should not be.  If my life were less of a ridiculous romcomdegy (a romantic-comedy-tragedy.  c'mon get with me people), I expect it should go something like this: "You like me. I like you.  Cool, then get on board for some awesomesauce fun-and-sexytimes, Hotpants McGee!"  See, wasn't that simple?

As it's now October and I have not been on a single successful or enjoyable actual date this entire year, I am not only removing myself from online dating, but real world dating, too.  Maybe it sounds drastic, but honestly anything that forestalls the inevitable quarter life crisis I feel myself rapidly spiraling toward is a good thing.  (It's not too early for one of those, right?) That and, you know, I'm tired of feeling miserable.  It's wearisome.  And boring.  And so last season.  While I'm not a gigantic ball of sunshine at all hours of the day, I've been told I'm at least mildly tolerable and sometimes fun to hang out with.  I will take that compliment, thank you.  I'll also take singledom and self-imposed celibacy over any more explosive and exhausting emotional breakdowns that result in hours of crying and eyeballs swollen 24-hours later.  Eff that muthafuckin' noise, yo.

Fun fact that you may not know about me: I like to make stupid, stupid bets.  For the record, I have made a slap bet, and yes, I did lose.  C has now spent at least a year and half calculating and quantifying the precisely right moment to lay a high, hard one across my dumbass face.  Our friendship is one of love and fear...  And wine.  Trust that it ain't gonna be pretty when Slap Bet D-Day finally arrives.  I will definitely cry like a little girl -- no shame!  Among my other poorly placed bets is a "This Person Totally Will Never Contact Me Again" Bet.  I lost that one exactly three hours after making it.  (By the way, thank you for that, Assface.  I would have liked to keep that $10.  I had laundry to do.)  Now I finally made a bet I feel compelled not to break: no sex or dating for the rest of the year.  Yep.  You heard me: The rest of the year.  I would really like to win my ten dollars and keep my sanity.  Wish me luck!

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

She Volunteered as Tribute

My God do I want this lady on our Okay, Stupid team.


Wow.  *Sigh*
In honor of the the collected quotes of genius proportions given at the end of the article (Seriously? "let me take you out and you can give me kisses?"  Oy vey), I give you...

This week in One-Liner FAILS!

"You're a graphic design artist?  For t-shirts? Tell me more about that, sounds interesting!"
I would, but you did not take note that my given career is in no way graphic design, nor do I do anything with t-shirts.  I did, however, explain my real job at great length in a carefully worded paragraph.

"Drinks on you?"
*Looks down* Well, not at present, no.

"Why didn't you stay in Kansas?"
Uhh... Why didn't you stay off the Internet?
 "Oh boy..."
Ok, I'm just at a loss with that one.

Help?

- N

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Q: What's Cooler Than Cool? A: Ice. Cold.

It's seems C & I have both been remiss in updating our meager -- but very supportive -- audience on our forays into the L.A. dating scene.

Here's a quick recap of the last five months for me: drama, sexual assault (no, this is not a joke), more drama, investigations into restraining orders (unrelated to the assault), a dash of heartache, "wait, you're HOW old," total abysmal emotional spiral, more drama, friend break ups, work break ups, and generally being a total fucking moron and not listening to my head when it comes to matters of the heart.

So, I'm back.  It's a relatively dry spell.  My vagina has only been laid claim to by one person at my new workplace.  Go me! (But really it's kind of a problem.  Ew, stop.)

Seriously, though, maybe it's time to get back to those snarky comments and overly analytical discussions of dating profiles I'm known for most.

Here's one to start us off:
"[...]Hey cool girl i hope my pictures do me justice in portraying my coolness i ooze coolness from every pore LOL hey if you're cool enough then maybe just maybe ill let YOU take ME out on a date LOL (that was a joke in case u missed it or sensitive to sarcasm part of my persona) so if you like what you read and see then you know what to do!!

-IguanaLover97"
Am I the only one who wishes he had actually continued his run-on sentence to describe exactly what I should do?  I was honestly hoping for that.  Frankly,  it's been so long since I shut down my profile that I can't remember a thing about this guy, but I would bet money that the "97" in his username is referencing his year of birth.  Hmmm... what?  I'm an entire decade older than you.  You may be "cool," honey, but right now you're fucking with the Ice Queen.  And this bitch says go get yourself a bottle of lotion and some tissues and call it a day, kid. 

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Things I Lie About

Hello internet, I'm C and I'm a liar.


I lie about all kinds of things - in high school it was about doing my homework, not making out with the sophomore in the back of the theatre, but mostly refusing to acknowledge the feelings I had in my pants for pretty much all of my guy friends. Ugh fine...it was a lot about homework.

Annnnd not much has changed. I still lie about making out with so-and-so in the back of whatever, I lie about how much I drink, and I most certainly lie to guys about going on dates. I'm not the phone number slut that N is, but I go on a lot of first dates and am not great at being honest when it's not working out. I have this need for constant approval and attention (theatre major!) and when it comes to dudes I don't have any interest in...I lie. I feel really bad about ditching in the middle of a date. I feel even worse about ignoring you after a few dates when I decide that I was just kidding myself and not at all interested in the super sweet hobbit sized guy living with his mother who has Parkinson's but whose house smells like cat pee. Yet I still do it. I ignore texts and phone calls until they just stop.

And don't get me wrong, I hate myself for it...okay only a little bit. But the worst part is, I get mad when guys can't be honest and tell me when they aren't interested. Conflict is so not my thing, but oh dear god, I am not a fragile china doll. If you are not interested in me (even after a few dates and some hanky panky) I am not going to fall apart. And this is something I need need to start doing as well.

We are all adults.....well most of us. And especially those in the entertainment biz, we are pretty good at handling rejection. So going forward (since Lent is over and so is my celibacy) I'm going to try and be honest about dating. Certainly not anything else, and definitely not about making out with that hot guy in line for the bathroom at the bar.


Just for kicks here is a message I've gotten recently. Go ahead and enjoy the sadness that is my life.


Where is the pic of your calves:)


Eww. This is why I lie about how much I drink.

Someone Date This Dude

I received the absolute sweetest message from a fella a couple days ago.  That's not even a joke.  It was just that damn nice.  While I have been accused of having the emotional range of, say, Grumpy Cat, in the past, I had to actually keep the floodgates in check this time.  I'm not sure whether it's my current mindset and dating woes, or simply the fact that massive amounts of estrogen hormones are coursing through my body and causing me to devour the cheese and chocolate-related contents of my fridge.  You know that moment when you can actually feel The Crazy take over?  Ooh, I have felt it my friends.  Get ready to ride the week-long emotional rollercoaster all the way to Psychoville (Pop. 1)!  (Sorry dudes, my sistahs know what's up.  Stay strong girlfriends.)

Anyway, for those of you wondering how to tackle the most horribly awkward question ever ("Why are you still single?") and come out unscathed, please note the following passage.  My first tip is to never, ever, ever phrase the question in those exact words.  You're asking for it.  "It" being either a terse response, a nasty quip, or, you know, a swift kick in the balls.  These are all viable options at the disposal of those of us with limited patience. I, for one, choose to breathe fire like a fucking dragon.   That's not even a joke.  I would torch your face.   But, to each his own, really.
I can't believe a woman like yourself is not tied down.  I know I don't know your past and probably speaking out of context but you are beautiful.  Whoever you were with before is not a man in my eyes because no man I know would not try their best to keep a gorgeous girl like you in their life. :) Just saying!  Haha
Ok, so maybe you could have skipped the self-effacing bit at the end with the added "I'm clearly trying to lighten the mood" fake laughter, but if you don't think that's sweet, you best conjure yourself a soul right quick.

Yet for every dude who sends me a message that gives me hope that the human race will avoid Idiocracy-level of stupidity, I receive five like this:
I thought your screen name was a drug reference.
As you can see LA is full of crazy drugged out snobs.  Run.
 Dear Sir, I really don't know what to do with your message.  First of all, I've been here, like, eight years.  I think the statute of limitations on running away from Crazytown expires at maaaaybe six months.  Secondly, and probably more important, it seems like you're actually referencing yourself as a "crazy drugged out snob," in which case, thanks for doing the hard work of weeding yourself out as a crazy cokehead for me!  Whew!  That saved me major time and effort.

The first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem.

Oh, and here's one for the Stalker Files...
How dare you check me out and not even say hello! that's just rude... Now make your mom proud and say hi the proper way ;)
Really, guy?  Was that how your mother taught you to say hello?  Mmm, didn't think so.  Somewhere that woman is sighing to herself and thinking, "How did I raise such a douche?"  Well, maybe not those exact words.

I chose to ignore his message, despite my desire to respond with the explanation that my mother is actually the kind woman that would be proud of me for saying "Hi, I didn't contact you for a reason."  Seriously, guys, don't go fishing for a response.  If you "rate" me or something, I'm taking it as your passive-agressive way of saying you're interested, but only "kinda."  Call me old fashioned, but an actual note will catch my eye where the star system will not.


- N

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Lighten the Mood, Bitch

Have no fear, friends.  In my hiatus post angst-ridden confessional, I have been diligently gathering fresh material from everyone's least favorite system of random encounters with the opposite sex.  I bring some gems to you now in all their gore- err, glory.

In the past few weeks, I have been contacted by extraterrestrials...

You seem fun. I've decided to take you to Mars with me. You wanna drive or navigate? =)
Apologies, E.T., but Mars is dreadful this time of year, how about I sit this one out?

I've also been contacted about participating in some weird, voyeuristic Mickey Mouse-tackling fetish...
Hey Dorothy(If you leftOz, but kept Toto, who does that make you?)[note: I'm pretty sure it still would make me Dorothy, dude] Do you want to go to Disneyland and tackle Mickey Mouse into the ground with me? It will be fun.

Just think how many people are going to be there taking a video of us and uploading it to YouTube. We could become internet stars. [bitchplz, I'm already an Internet sensash! Okay, Stupid what, whaaaat?]

I'm just messing with you. I would never do that, I love Mickey. [That fucker Goofy though...] I read your profile and I want to know more about you, specially[sic] if you're really a girl or just an empty account the website created to get guys to upgrade to "A-list" membership to message you once your inbox if full. How's your week going? Also, I can't pat my head and rub my stomach while hopping on one foot and reciting the alphabet backward, but I messaged anyway, because you can't control me. You're not my Mom. [Really? I hadn't noticed. Also, what's up with the sudden hostility?!]

Write back soon. I have more questions I want to ask [dear Jesus, no.]. If you don't write back, I know what that means. I'll probably look at your profile once more in a couple of days to hide you from my searches, no hard feelings here. ['...But fuck you for not talking to me!'] Good luck with your search.

Take care!

--- I Wanna Wear You As A Skin Suit While Having Acid Flashbacks*
*not his real name

You people need to stop contacting me after the drugs begin to take effect.  Points for excellent grammar (for the most part) though!  

...I bet you're a serial killer.

 
am not (in my twenties) ;\,, is that mean i cant msj you?
Maybe drunk messaging isn't the best bet, either.  No, bro, I'm pretty sure you can't "msj" me because there is no "j" in the word "message."

I've also come across the downright cringe-worthy: 

 
Anyone else wanna say "YOU DON'T EVEN GO HERE?!" (Thank you, Mean Girls)


Really, though, that just makes me recoil. Why are you on this site then, Eeyore? Jesus, take your damn raincloud elsewhere.

I guess if this is the kind of thing I can look forward to this summer, I better invest in some decent quality alcohol.  Buckle up, kiddos, it's gonna be one helluva few months.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

I'm Giving up Celibacy for Lent

Let me begin by saying I love The Bachelor. Nothing gets me more excited on Monay nights than watching women with daddy issues run rampant on tv. I also love Chris Harrison (the show's host and producer) but that's the kind of love one feel's down below, not in their heart. Anyways....I'm begining with The Bachelor because as it gets closer and closer to the finale, I'm getting closer and closer to killing myself because I don't have a myriad of men who want to date me.

Forget that tomorrow is Valentine's Day (a day I focus more on self love - for instance I love Bruce Willis and Die Hard 5 comes out tomorrow...coincidence? I think not. Bruce loves me too!). Forget that it's been about two months since I've been on a date. Let's focus on the fact that yesterday was Ash Wednesday and the beginning of Lent.

I'm giving up celibacy for Lent.

I don't expect to suddenly be rolling in dudes (although certain recent events don't rule that possibility out) but I'm back out on the market so to speak. After that last guy literally ran away from me, I've been on a dating hiatus. No dating sites, no meeting new guys (which isn't hard when you haven't met anyone organically in about 8 months) and certainly no hooking up with friends. Execpt for that one time that we are not going to ever talk about. Ever.

What was my point? Oh right, not five minutes after I re-activated my dating profile I received this message:

ooompa oompa oompadi doo.. your earz are realy bootiful

great, now I fucking hate myself and my fucking oopma loompa ears.

Wait......how can I be an oompa loompa if I'm as white as paper?? Okay, now I'm just really confused. Does this guys have an ear fetish? What is an ear fetish and what kinds of things do you think it involves? No! Stop it! Get out of that dark place!

I'd like to forget that message happened and just keep getting heart warming notes like this:

Hi there,
I liked your profile, you are beautiful and you look smart too :). I think, we have lot in common and I am sure we can enjoy some good time with each. what say? Lets meet this week or next sometime for dinner/movie/hiking and see how things go.
Hope to hear from you soon.


Dev

Oh Dev, you are too cute and totally made up for that creepy ear guy! I'm not going to date you, but you are certainly on the path towards someone great/someone that can help me break this whole celibacy habit!

So in conclusion, we are all on Celibacy Gate 2013. Lets get this shit done. The time is now. Let's get this girl laid. Let's get it...you know what, I think we all get it.

Friday, December 21, 2012

I know it's been a while...but some guy ran away from me

Hey all,

I know we haven't posted in a while - both of us have VERY busy jobs - and we're all dealing with the a-hole dudes in our lives.
No really, I know it's been a while but the last guy I went on a date with literally ran away from me.

I've been messaging this guys for a couple of weeks, which then progressed to some serious texting. The whole thing lasted a few weeks longer than I normally would approve of, but in my line of work (cough, cough, retail) it's a little busy this time of year.

So Alex - oh yeah, his name is Alex - and I went out for a drink in my 'hood.  One drink turned into three and turned into dinner and five hours later I was all "oh gosh, is it already 12:30?! I have to be at work at 8. Time for me to go home." Alex, being the awesome guy that I thought he was offered to walk me home.

Now, a girl might think that after five hours of a date, where you insist on paying for everything and then insist on walking me home in my incredibly safe neighborhood, that Alex would be interested.

HAHA the jokes on you fuckers, because he wasn't. This guy walked me home and then fled as if I told him that I was wearing a smallpox blanket. No "thanks I had a great time" hug. No "let's do this again soon" weird cheek kiss/hug. Not even an "sooo, this was...great?" super awkward goodbye. Just a fucking cut and run as soon as I was at my door.

Now, gents...whats the deal. I'm not about to spend five hours, let alone my $$$ on some guy who turns out, I'm not that into. What happened here? No seriously, WHAT HAPPENED? If you're not interested, please just say something. Don't lead me on for an entire evening (an evening I could be drinking wine alone in my underpants, thankyouverymuch), and then not do anything about it.

Listen. I wasn't invested in Alex. I was invested in my five hours, my Blue Moons and my burger. But if Alex wasn't interested in me, why was he too afraid to say so? At this point in my life I'm not looking for anything resembling a serious relationship - and I'm certainly not hiding that fact. So if all I really want is your honesty, why is it so hard to tell me no? Oh, and maybe I should mention that I'm an actor so rejection REALLY HONESTLY SERIOUSLY doesn't faze me.

WHAT THE WHAT?!

Friday, November 23, 2012

Sleazebag of the Week: Thanksgiving Edition

No contest.  I present to you, ladies & gentlemen, our winner... Or "weiner" as the case may be.


I rest my case.

My favorite part of the entire thing is "No, it doesn't make me feel good!"  Well.  To be fair, I did warn him.

It also would appear "SickPuppy" has the same understanding of female reproductive system as many male members of the GOP.  If I met this person, I would want to gently clasp his arm, look deeply into his eyes with concern, and say, "You know that's not anatomically possible... Right?"  Dear God, is there any hope for the future? These are the things that keep me awake at night

Final thought:  Last time I checked, being Jewish did not suddenly absolve you of being a complete fucking moron.  Thanks for playing, though.

On a related note, I will most likely be off PlentyofFish soon.

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You know how I can tell right away you don't have game?  You use the tactics in one of the books in the following article: 6 best-selling books with bad dating advice

Do yourself (and me) a favor - just be you!  Then you won't need this ridiculous and illogical drivel.  For instance, if you used a "neg," I would probably think you're an asshole and walk away.  It's much more interesting to have a connection with a person that has an actual personality rather than a set of tactics they deploy at will.  Eventually, she's going to learn you have nothing else to offer and ditch your ass anyway.  So... yeah, just be yourself.  Please?

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Drunksgiving

Every year N and I have a wonderful, drunk, Thanksgiving. No matter who we celebrate with, whose house we are at, we always seem to get super noshed on wine.

And this year, we're blogging about it!!!

Funny shit that N says:
I was messaging with this guy on ____. After telling him about listening to my cousin's college radio show, he messaged me back saying how nice it was that I was supporting my brother while he was in school...then he spelled my name wrong.
Brother?! As far as I know, I don't have a brother. Who could this guy be talking about? And why did he spell my name like that? THERE WAS AN EXTRA "H!" I clearly ended my last message with my name....hmmmmm, something's not quite right.

Funny shit that C says:
so you know that friend that I have that I've been leading on since high school? C'mon, boys, you know you have someone on the hook -- admit it!  Well I invited him to come stay with me for a weekend...bad choice? Oh yeah, and not only am I not attracted to him in the slightest, but I was contemplating telling him that I slept with his best friend...?  Err... Probably not right, because that would be mean?

Funny shit that WE say:
So you know that guy that I'm not supposed to be seeing? The one that everyone hates for a good reason...you wanna know why I'm really with him? It's cause he's really good at stuff ;)
Just kidding, it's cause I HATE MYSELF.

five minutes later...
C: BUUURP
N: excuse me
C: bitch, why did you say excuse me? I'm the one who burped
N: i burped too!
C & N high five

Sooo N and I are watching The Holiday. When Cameron Diaz's character goes to Jude Law's house and finds out that he has two little girls, N proceeds to freak out and yell this: "I'M OUT! I'M OUT! That has happened to meeeee, I'm out!!!!!"
Meanwhile, I proceed to think about all the ways that I can make these little girls make me their Princess Queen, and still get to sleep with their dad- JUDE LAW.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Maybe I look Jewish?

A few months ago I received a message. Let me be clear, I spent my entire childhood education at an Episcopal prep school, essentially attending at the very least 2 church services a week for 12 years. I am not particularly religious person and explicitly say so on my profile.

Hello, how are you? L'Shana Tova (Jewish New Year)...I was taking a look at your profile and I like what I see and read. I think I wrote to you in the past but don't know why we haven't talked. Hope this time around it will work :) 

Maybe I look Jewish with my blonde hair and blue eyes, but why oh why would you re-message a girl who never replied to you in the past? What is that going to accomplish? And clearly since I haven't looked at your message in months, it did not work sir. Hopefully you're doing something better with your time now, perhaps trying to grow a nasty stache for Movember.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Guys Will Only Get as Low as You Let Them: A Mandatory.com Response

Fear not, solitary dedicated reader who I swear checks our blog every morning for new posts!  Your Okay, Stupid prayers have been answered!  The God(esses?) smile down on you with glad tidings this day.  (Bee-tee-dubs, we do not update more than once or twice a week, so you're probably good if you back it off a skoatch.  It's chill.  I'm pretty sure I know who you are, anyway.)

Today my friend sent me an article "exploring" OKCupid's slimier male denizens.  I swear, if you had told me this morning I would be sitting down to write a quasi-defense of OKCupid, I would have laughed in your face.  Then, I read this article and realized I had much more to say on the subject than I thought.

Admittedly, I was full of the warm-fuzzies after seeing K's post on my Facebook wall.  It's nice to know someone's listening out there!  Then, having read the article, my happiness meter went directly into the toilet...  'Cause that's where shitty feelings go.

To read the full article, please go HERE.  For the rest of us, let me quickly summarize.  In an effort to experiment with just how far men are willing to go to get laid (I'm assuming that would be the general endgame for most of the guys who contacted him), the author created a fake profile, using a picture of a conventionally attractive, young, brunette girl.  He then filled "her" profile with some of the most idiotic, nonsensical statements, terrible grammatical and spelling errors, and racially insensitive jokes I have seen admitted to an online dating website.  He even threw in a light-hearted felony reference.  You know, for kicks.  Then he waited to see who would contact this "girl" and exactly how long it would take before they were turned off by her stupidity.

When I first started reading, the idea seemed like a relatively harmless and ultimately hilarious undertaking.  Things turned for the worse after I got a few paragraphs in.  As I was reading, the article began to depress me more and more.  It painted a very bleak picture of what was available out there for us singles.  The level of desperation involved for some of these guys was staggering.  I began to question my chances for success in dating -- not only on the site, but in actual, real-world encounters -- with these kind of people in existence.  Was this it?  Was this really the summation of everything I had to choose from??  Imagine how terrifying it would be for you to realize there isn't a single soul on this Earth interested in sharing a real relationship with you.  You are completely, utterly alone, surrounded by people simply wanting to get their rocks off.  Well, that's precisely what I saw before me now.  I was fishing in an empty sea.

After a few moments processing my thoughts, I went through the comments to gauge others' reactions.  One particular comment struck a chord.  I now realized why I was so unsettled and aggravated by this reading experience.  First of all, it's a terrible article.  It proves absolutely nothing but what we already know: 1) how shallow people will pursue someone based solely on their appearance, and 2) that really stupid people are going to do really stupid things.  How is any of this news?  You put some fake, naïve, attractive woman out there on the Internet and give them a moron's profile, of course guys are going to try to get some poon from her.  It's Barbie Syndrome: all looks and no brains.  For all appearances, she's an easy target.  Over half these guys wouldn't dare try that shit if they thought she would shoot them down or have some actual intellectual response to their advances. Now, I'm not saying that preying on the weak isn't morally reprehensible, but let's please be realistic.  There's always been sexual predators on the Internet.  This is an accepted fact.  It's why we take precautionary steps before actually meeting up with someone in real life.  Moreover, being a sexual predator is by no means restricted to only males.  Women share just as much of the blame.  If a woman, who for some reason is sans vibrator, gets on a dating website for sex and sees some attractive, less-than-genius-level guy, she too will probably try get in some horizontal shuffle time.  It's how the world works.  And after considering all of this, I'm no longer depressed about the situation or the article; I'm just pissed off.  I'm pissed off not just because it's a over-dramatized, journalistic-ally unsound "exposé" that does little more than sit back on its high horse and judge people desperately seeking some connection -- any connection (even a penis-vagina-hopefully-orgasm connection) -- from another person in the world, but also because it presumes these lowlifes are the only kind of people on dating sites at all.  "Here" it seems to say "this is all ya get!"

Experience has taught me otherwise.  I cannot be fooled, because I know better for a fact.  I had the good fortune of meeting at least one really fantastic person through online dating, and I know quite a few friends (Not the least of which being C, of course) that are intelligent, caring, and genuine people who also have experimented with this medium. Granted, I have had experience with some real jerks too, but who hasn't?  That holds true to the real world as much as the digital one.  But you have to be willing to experience good and bad to find anything truly worth your time.

Rob Fee's article is meaningless and dull for more than just his falsely informed reasoning.  To me, it's more interesting to explore why and how, all things being equal, guys will get in the way of themselves in pursuit of a woman.  Whether by messaging someone with the same opener five times, contacting another user with little chemistry or commonality to themselves, or even when they seem to have everything going for them, they manage to screw up dates to such a degree that one has to wonder if they made up their entire past relationship experience.  Understanding all of these things is just a more compelling concept and discussion than sitting around proving an apple is an apple, an orange is an orange, or an idiot is an idiot.

To be honest, I will actually sit here and claim that I have been contacted by very, very few truly moronic-beyond-hope individuals.  Misguided?  Yes, of course, like 90% of the time, but nowhere near the levels of stupidity exemplified by the men in the article.  Why is that?  I'm not an easy target.  I say who I am, what I'm about, you can get a general sense of my intellectual level, and perhaps most importantly what I'm looking for.  I mean, even the douche bags who go "hey, interested in something casual?" have grammatical structure down!  They may not be able to read worth a damn, but that's more due to a lack of those reading comprehension skills mentioned in my last post.  Furthermore, even guys requesting "something casual" are rare.  Generally speaking, you can, and do, find whom you're looking for on the site.

If you take anything from this post, at least take hope.  Hope that no, you are not alone.  Put that fear to rest right now.  You will find exactly what you want to find on OKCupid; whether it is a nice fling, a lasting friendship, or, hell, maybe even a stable relationship.  The individuals who can give this to you are out there.  Godspeed, my e-daters!

As for this blog, I intend to never, ever bait fellow users just for a talking point.  Like I said, it's more fascinating to me discussing and dissecting why, given every opportunity otherwise, these guys completely miss their shot.  My aim here is to educate; not ensnare, judge, and otherwise totally belittle the gentleman of OKC.  The one exception to the aforementioned rule being that you're an asshole who creeps on my page before asking me to bone you, in which case I will gladly tear your ass apart using the written word.

Phew!  I feel better... and possibly overly self-important, but what else is a blog for?  Sorry, K, while I appreciate the thought, I had to speak my mind on that one.

Carry on about your business, readers, and expect a less enraged post very, very soon.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Sleazebag of the Week

I sincerely hope today's post will not become a regular feature here on Okay, Stupid.  Although I do feel as if I should preemptively date the the title, just in case.  At this point in my online dating extravaganza, it takes sincere effort and total ineptitude on the part of the sender to get me so riled I can't help but retaliate.  To be perfectly honest, I scarcely respond at all these days, which I think says something about you special gentlemen that invoke my wrath.  Kudos!

For this week's V.I.S. (Very Important Sleazebag), I nearly reached the limit on how much stupidity and utter lack of reading comprehension I could stand.  I give each enraging message a solid 24-hour "cool down" window, which usually means I don't end up responding.  Why would I want to get in a trolling contest with some idiot anyway?  Call it catharsis, call it revenge, but it would be a true shame to let this gem pass you readers by.  This is why I present the Sleaziest Sleaze of the Seven Seas (Thanks, Hook),  our friend "Humpy."  Congratulations!  There were many contenders for the title this week, but... you went for the gold, buddy!

As for my credentials in judging such an elite contest, just ask any of my friends: in a room filled entirely with normal, generally nice males, I will somehow attract or engage the biggest douche bag on the scene.  What can I say?  It's a gift.  In the future, when we all have mutant superpowers, Douche-Dar© will be mine.  Guaranteed.  (Kinda wish it was having my bones fused with Adamantium, not gonna lie.  Man!)
Hello Catwoman.  I'm reaching out because I'm visiting LA next week to visit my brother and looking to meet some new friends.  I needed some time away and unplug from school and work.
Where's your favorite place to hang at?  Would you be interested in hanging?  Great photos, btw.

I would think anyone with half a brain could decode this message with relative ease.  If not, and you are confused, please refer to the end of this post for guidance (Hint: "hang" is slang for "sexy naked times").  Let's start with the obvious: No, I do not want to be friends with your penis.  Now, let's back up a bit and talk about what you can't see from my transcription.  "Humpy" here claims he is 24 years old.  I say "claims," as I have never seen a 24-year-old with a receding hairline so analogous to a distant shore viewed through a telescope in my life.  "Avast mateys!  Thar be hair near!"  Seriously, my father has more hair on his head than this guy, and he's nearing 60.  "Alright," you say, "what if he is prematurely balding?"  Good point!  Many younger men do have this problem, and I genuinely feel for their plight, but do these same young men also have skin resembling worn leather?  No, really, I think if there were a color swatch of this man's skin, it would line up precisely with "Burnt Sienna."

Warning: this color not suitable for human complexion
To avoid any incidents similar to my what occurred in my last post, I did not check his profile to see if he was visiting our fair city from the Jersey Shore.  This would be an unsurprising revelation.  Final conclusion?  This man is not 24 unless he has the same genetic mutation allowing him to age three times faster than the average human, like Robin Williams in the movie Jack (Two R.Williams references in one post?  Stop the insanity!).  However, it would be incredibly convenient if he were a hyper-aging man-child, as that would explain his total lack of reading comprehension.  I could truly spend an entire post bemoaning this aspect of OKCupid users, but I will spare you.  For now.  Let's use context clues, shall we, "Humpy?"  When asked "What are you looking for?"  I strategically selected only two of the options: "long-term dating" and "short-term dating."  Note "new friends," and "casual sex" were not checked.  Right away this precludes any exploration of your nether regions, as you are a fucking tourist.  Boning on your brother's couch is not in the cards, and I sincerely doubt you hope to jump into a committed, long-distance relationship.  Although, come to think of it, it would be hilarious to see this guy run when I ask what time of year he thought best for our wedding.

Though his Catwoman reference may initially strike some of you as odd, I have a confession.  I posted a picture of me in the Anne Hathaway inspired Catwoman costume I wore for this year's Halloween festivities.    In an effort to practice what I preach about posting false information on your profile, I thought I should share that particular image.  It's only fair that if you list your body type as "fit," you back that up.  And bodysuits definitely do not lie.  I posted it knowing that I could potentially attract the creepers, sketch-O's, and sexmongers rampant throughout the website. *Sigh*  "The best-laid plans of mice and men / Often go awry."  Plus, it has C in a kick-ass Ghostbuster jumpsuit.  Why would you NOT post that picture?  It's fucking awesome.  At least Humpy recognizes The Awesome.  He also recognizes boobs.  It happens.

On the whole, this entire email is not only sleazy to the max, it's an insult to my intelligence.  Why would any woman read this and be either A) stupid enough to believe he really wants to "hang out," or B) smart enough to know his implied meaning, yet be so devoid of self-respect and concern for personal safety (sexually and physically), she would consent?  It's one thing to have your little in-town hook up friend, but it is quite another to agree to meet up with some out-of-towner, where your knowledge of them is based only on what they are willing to tell you (which incidentally may or may not be true), for the sole purpose of bumping uglies.  Are there women who actually do this?  Would this kind of email truly work for anyone, ever?  I'm assuming it must, which makes me completely despondent.  "Sad" isn't strong enough a word to convey how disheartened I am by that thought.  Girls, even in your driest of dry spells, don't succumb to sleaze-magnets like this guy.  More importantly, have some Goddamn self-respect.  Give a damn for your well being and safety.  I would rather be utterly alone than have someone use me as a disposable sex toy during their vacation.  Gross.

"Humpy," while I am entirely uninterested, I do have a few friends you should meet.  Actually, I'm positive you are already acquainted.  They're your Ms. Right and your Mr. Left -- if you swing that way.  There's even Bi-curious Thumb!  Fire away, stud.  Neither will they complain about your unwanted sexual advances, nor will they ever turn you down.  In fact, you can all get together at once: go sit and spin, you disrespectful motherfucker.

How 'bout it guys?  Three boo's for "Humpy," our Okay, Stupid Sleazebag of the Week!

In the words of my friend, K,  go "burn in a hole for all eternity."  Regarding your cavalier sex life, I would get tested for STDs before you get to burnin'.  Well, maybe not.  At least if you have crabs, they can keep you company down there!

Pun fully intended.

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Interested in learning which of your favorite celebs have suffered through the woes of online dating?  There's a feature on Yahoo! today discussing just that.

Celebs Who Tried Online Dating!

Props to Deborah Ann Woll -- Jessica Hamby on True Blood -- fellow alum and C's classmate!

Sunday, November 4, 2012

I Love the Smell of (Slightly Terrifying) Desperation in the Morning

Welcome to the Halloween edition of Okay, Stupid.   Er, we're a bit late.  Sorry. "Spooky," "eerie," and all things otherwise fear-inducing being the general theme of your hostess's favorite holiday, I will share with you my newest troubling tale.  Lately, dealing with some of these guys has me feeling like the Cryptkeeper (read: a snarky, pun-wielding corpse, whose life has been sucked from them by the undesirable, straight male population of our namesake's site).

Attractive image of N, sans make up
If there's one thing I have learned from dating, it's that some guys just can't take a hint.  What's a rational, reasonably polite, and considerate skeleton individual to do, short of destroying a soul or five?  No, please tell me, as I'm starting to think soul destruction is precisely what it takes to get the point across.  My patience runs thin... and my fear runs high.

It seems I have attracted the attention of a very persistent Multiple Message Offender.  By now I'm starting to fear my ardent admirer seeks to meet up for the sole purpose of adding the finishing touches to the skinsuit he spent the last 6 years lovingly crafting.  Although, who could blame him?  My skin is soft as a baby's ass from the constant exfoliation and layers upon layers of moisturizer.  Way to go for quality, dude.  But, I digress.  Whether my supple limbs and impeccable grooming habits are apparent from the 10 allotted user photos I have added, or because he has taken up residence in the bushes outside my apartment complex, I prefer not to think about.  On a totally unrelated note, did I mention I carry mace?

*****
Hello, how are you? L'Shana Tova...I was taking a look at your profile and I like what I see and read. You're really cute which is a plus too lol :). I think I wrote to you in the past but don't know why we haven't talked. Hope this time around it will work :)

D
Nothing is really wrong with this message.  I honestly glanced at the "wrote to you in the past" line and went "huh, maybe he did."  I have no idea if that's true.  I scoped out his profile to be sure I hadn't passed up a good guy once I finished reading.  A quick glance told me why I never responded if he had messaged me previously.  We had nothing in common fother than the fact we both happen to be Jewish.  Don't equate that coincidence with fate, sir.  Additionally, our match rating was low and I was ultimately not attracted to him.  I enjoy being fit, not eating double cheeseburgers on the reg, and I'm not sorry for wanting to be with someone who enjoys being physically active at least as much as I do.

Little did I know D was online while I was perusing his profile.  I received the following message whilst browsing...

Sorry to be a pest and slightly persistent but did you like my profile/message? Lol all in all I really like your profile and we have lots in common.

D

PS: L'Shana Tova!
I'm pretty sure my lack of response should inform you of my interest level, D.  Also, what the fuck, that's just creepy.  Let it go.  Moreover, "lots" is a gross overstatement of the facts.  What are these multitudes of things we have in common?  Please clarify.  If I missed something from reading your profile, speak up by all means.  All I got was that you use quite a few emoticons and the phrase "lol" every other sentence.  How do I know you didn't just browse my pictures, go "ooh, shiny!" and decide to message me?  Being vague can only hinder your you chances, which were "slim to none" to begin with.  Finally, I get it: you're Jewish and so am I, but if you tell me "Happy New Year" one more time I will find you and beat you over the head with a pair of sparkly party glasses that read "5773."  Actually, scratch that, I'll have a friend do it.  The less chance I have of running into you ever in my life, the better, Stage Five Clinger.

Anyone out there recall the first five minutes of Scream?  Drew Barrymore's character is having what she thinks is an innocent conversation with a wrong number...

Casey: [smiling] Why do you want to know my name?
Phone Voice : Because I want to know who I'm looking at.
Okaaay, that's enough messages from you, D.  While I would never be so stupid as to sit there and chit chat with some random caller like poor Casey,  the urgency of D's message did freak me out quite a bit.  With visions of the Scream victims dancing in my head, I switched my IM on the site to "offline."  Thanks, D (whom we shall refer to henceforth as "Ghostface"), but we shall not be learning more about one another anytime soon.  Did I mention I carry a taser in addition to that can of mace?  A little something I picked up, really.  Still not relevant.  Nope, not even a little.  It was on sale!  Matched my bag and everything!  Such an impulsive purchase was totally not related to the rising levels of adrenaline coursing through my veins and the heightened sense of panic I'm currently experiencing.

Just like any good horror movie, Ghostface lulled me into a false sense of security.  Several weeks passed and I didn't give homeboy a second thought.  D was simply one more bizarre exchange to add to my already expansive pile of unenlightened internet daters.  Then, I was informed one afternoon that I had received a new message from "sept9_1983."  Sensing a spambot, I checked my inbox... and became more than a little disconcerted.

Hello again...how are you? I wanted to try once more because I really like your profile and thing[sic] we'd get along well :). You're really cute btw. Hope we can chat this time.

D

From an analytical standpoint, repetition is completely insincere and unflattering.  If you can think of nothing to say besides what you have already said, spare yourself the mental strain and find someone just as dull.  D, sweetie, we would not make it past the first date.

Seriously guys, learn the art of compliment giving.  Speak from your heart, but not in vague generalities.  Please banish words like "pretty," "nice," and "cute" from your vocabulary.  These terms are so overused in our daily terminology that they are completely unremarkable and unimpressive when used to describe a woman, especially to her face; and especially more than once.  To us, that's  the equivalent of hitting the "Snooze" button mid-conversation.  If someone were to say to me "Wow, you're really pretty," that's just swell.  Then it's said three or four more times and now I'm honestly bored and concerned that you have no more intellectual conversation to put forth.  It's the fella who says -- once -- "You have the most infectious smile I think I've ever encountered" that makes me sit up and take notice.  More than being unoriginal, the repetition tells me that you're honestly not interested in anything more than what you see.  You gave your whole game away, Ghostface.  Please take your sinister smileys and vague allusions to meeting in person and GET THE FUCK OUT.  Geh!  Gives me the willies.

Alright, so maybe my tale of mystery and terror (E.A. Poe shout out what WHAT?) is not entirely exceptional, I'll grant you readers that.  Frankly, I'm just sharing this in case I go missing at some point in the near future, so y'all know what probably happened.  Make sure you find me before my calves become the lapels on D's skin suit, please?  And if I get sprayed with that hose one more time...

No, that's not a euphemism.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

"OkStupid Customer Service, How May I Assist You?"

C & I have been sharing our (mis)adventures for several weeks now and the once light drizzle of feedback seems to be headed in the direction of "fucking Maelstrom."  Alright, I exaggerated a teeny bit there.  But things 'round these parts are at a steady downpour of communication, and we couldn't thank you all enough for that.  Keep reading and sharing with others if you like what you see, or even if you don't.  After all, you can't rightly call yourself a blog until you're had your first official flame, can you?

In an unexpected twist of events, I also personally find myself a newly crowned dating guru.  I don't know if it's the fact that I'm overly opinionated, or blunt to the point of indecency, but I appreciate the questions.  I plan to answer them honestly, frequently, and with the least amount of bitterness I can muster.  However, girlfriends (and boyfriends), I'm not gonna sugar-coat my advice for you.  We can all do that for ourselves, it's called "denial."  Either you will listen to what I say, consider it, and make some decision, or you will do whatever the hell you wanted to do anyway.  Ultimately, the decision's all on you; I would only be doing you a disservice if I didn't give you an opinion with what I consider to be a modicum of sense.

Perhaps this understanding must be established before I relate to you the following tale.

A friend, whom we will call "Randy," approached me with the following quandary on That Other Site for Scoping Out the Singles Meat Market (no, not MySpace)...

Randy
Being a fan of your blog i have to ask a question

N
yup?

Randy
let me ask, is it ok(cupid, ha ha!) to casually insult a girl in the first message?

N
no
why would that be ok?

Randy
well, it would be like a joke...kind of...now that i'm typing it, I fell foolish.
(...)well, it's not a flat out insult. Lemme explain. I'd say something along the lines of 'I thought we'd be a good match because we both have big heads.' This is bad..nevermind.

N
the one exception, is if it's something they have mentioned themselves, and you casually say something SMALL regarding the particular item
Example: If I say "oh god I have the biggest hair ever! AGH what a mess!" in my profile, you can say "So how to you maintain that lion's mane of yours?"
...Also I made that up. No one has ever said that to me

Randy
In my defense!...this girl's head...tis pretty large.

N
This is why we have a blog
Dating PSA of the Day: Don't insult your gal in the first message. As I told Randy during our conversation, we're not on a grade school playground.  Performing the verbal equivalent of pushing a girl down into the dirt and pulling her pigtails will only increase the odds of you not getting a response.  Why would any woman worth your time (men, I'm speaking to you) put up with being insulted upon first contact?  If I read that, I would personally think, "Wow, what a dick" and never reply.

This is why I constantly stress not trying to be too funny -- just be yourself!  And, as I mentioned, keep it small.  An offhand remark that does not directly reference a characteristic in a negative light typically comes off fine.  However, I suggest saving that trick is for the advanced learners out there.

My intention of adding reader comments to the blog is not to deter anyone from asking questions.  In fact, the opposite is true.  I welcome response and inquiry with open arms!  And please understand I recognize the difference between being cruel or brusque and actual tact.  No friends were harmed in the creation of this PSA.  I simply think you should know what you're in for.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

This Guy is Real....FML

My self-summary
whats up i'm rob, my friends call me rocky. not gonna lie i have a hard time limiting myself to one girl sometimes..lol. but i like to treat a girl if she's worth it..i can be the knight in shining armor when the mood strikes
 
I’m really good at
sex..lol
 
ummm what is funny about being good a sex? IF its true that's an accompishment, NOT a joke.
 
The first things people usually notice about me
1. my body
2. my attitude - some people call it cocky, i call it swag
 
I didn't know people actually thought "swag" was real...uh oh
 
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
scarface, transformers, pirates, entourage
 
what kind of pirates are you referring to dude? The movie? Just general pirates?
No, seriously. This is the most intersting (and least douchey) part of your profile...WHAT KIND OF PIRATES!?!?!
 
I spend a lot of time thinking about
the meaning of life...real talk
 
can anyone explain to me wtf "real talk" is? as opposed to baby talk?
 
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
i'm pretty anal about hygiene...i keep it very trim "down there" lol
 
again, what's so funny about shaving your balls?

You should message me if
you think you got what it takes...lol. not to be mean but if you're not bangin don't even bother, i get hit on enough as it is
 
ew, Rocky, just ew.
 
 
 
 
 
 

Friday, October 12, 2012

LA's New Dating Game

About a month ago I went on a Los Angeles first - a Grouper. Several months ago my good friend N found this thing that was happening in NYC and San Francisco and invited me to join. I did, and promptly erased it from my memory...or maybe that was the wine?

Anyway, last month my good friend E called me up and said, "Hey! I got invited to do this Grouper thing. Are you in?" "Oh yeah I totally signed up for that thing ad invited a BUNCH of people to do it!"  Let me explain, Grouper is a dating service that sets groups of 3 girls and 3 guys up on blind dates and it just started in LA. Which pretty much means you get to meet 3 new randos with your wingmen (or wing-bitches as it were). So we went on this Grouper to a wine bar in my West Hollywood hood and it was pretty awesome. So good in fact that we went on another last night!

WHAT A MISTAKE

1. This bar was on the outskirts of the fashion warehouse disctrict downtown...aka the end of the world. I'm convinced that we had to go through a black hole or the time-space continum to find this place. There was one block of civilization surrounded by hoodlums and hobos with knives - and the American Apparel Factory...clearly we were going to die.

2. Two of the guys were on time and cute - a doctor and a guy who works in chocolate finance? yes please. Too bad their friend was a total douchebag. Also, I'm pretty sure he kept going to the bathroom to snort coke (he's a "club promoter" after all). For every good/funny/sweet thing these guys said, their idiot friend would say something about nipples or having one of the girls make out with a hobo. No thanks dude, no thanks.


shit, I'm discovering that I have a lot less to say about this than I did last night after 2 rounds. Whatever. So the first 3 on 3 was pretty cool. The second was not nearly as good...I thought I was done with the coke-head weirdos when I graduated...clearly not.

N, you wanna get in on the next one?

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

An Essay on Essays

No one wants to start reading an online dating message only to realize it is, in actuality, a lengthy term paper full of grammatical errors, disastrous attempts at humor, insipid responses to profile topics, and thinly (or not-so-thinly) veiled sexual innuendos.  While I generally agree with my co-blogger regarding the discouragement of The Essay Message, I am here to do something I don't normally do: discuss my very personal experience with this subject in a non-comedic manner.

There are exceptions to every rule, and the "no essays" clause is among them.  One of the first messages I ever received online was the exact definition of the dreaded profile response essay.  It was multiple paragraphs, had several humor-intended remarks, and touched on more than a few of the topics mentioned in my online profile.  My automatic response upon seeing so many words in one location was "oh fuck that."

I can't say what made me pause.  I can't say what made me read the message in its entirety, then check the writer's profile.  All I know is that I did.

The message itself was intelligently written; balancing sincerity and wit while giving me a clear portrait of this stranger.  He obviously did not expect or demand response, but was putting in his two cents, hoping I would take the time to read.  And even the profile thumbnail attached with the message displayed nothing overly remarkable, just your average run-of-the-mill picture of a fairly attractive guy with a smile on his face.  However, the content of that essay message struck me, and led me to check out the modestly developed profile for more.

What convinced this individual might be worth contacting back?  Clearly they took the time to read what I had said, found it at least mildly humorous -- that's a big sell for me, and piqued my interest by pulling several key points from my profile for response.  Less is more, guys.  Pick one or two details.  Don't just respond in kind to everything on the lady's online profile.  Following up a personal detail with a similar point from your own life lets them get to know you before ever looking you up.  To be interesting you must first show you're interested.  Ask a pertinent question of two.  After all, this is meant to be a conversation.  Finally, don't try to bowl her over with laughter the entire way through: you are not as funny as you hope, and will probably sound like a tool (ask "Lenny").  A little dab'll do ya.

Generally speaking, simpler is better.  A few lines of clever and engaging text suit fine.  Remember my story as the exception to the rule "C" discussed.  If you even for one second presume you are the exception rather than the rule: you are wrong.  If you intend to say more than a few sentences, you have to realistically consider that your intended recipient may overlook your message completely.  It happens.  At the very least, consider this post a jumping off point when you find someone you feel requires a little more of your attention than usual.  Never fear, if things don't work out, it probably wasn't meant to happen anyway.  Then again, she may surprise you.  There is always the chance she will enthusiastically reply.

I understand if you don't believe a single word of this analysis and explanation.  To that end, allow me to finish my story.  As you know, I did reply to my mysterious essayist.  In truth, I eventually replied several more times.

And we dated for four months.

Monday, October 8, 2012

Please Stop Sending Me Essays

There are a lot of things that bother me about dude's on the internet. It bother's me when they message you and simply say "Hey." Hey what? You might as well have just grunted or whistled at me like the creepos I pass on street. But one thing that bother me more that nothing to say is guys who think that by writing irritatingly-long messages that they can confuse me into finding them interesting. "Oh look how much he has to say! He must have a great personality and be super fascinating!" Lies. Commenting on virtually everything I've written in my profile is not fascinating - I already know how awesome and witty my profile is, I don't need to relive every sentence of it.

Bite me, Lenny.


Hi,

My name is Lenny and the good times should never stop here in beautiful California. Even the weather shouldn't stop you. Where there is a will, there is a way to be outside!

I am used to an outdoor voice. My dad's side of the family speak like they have a loudspeaker. My Aunt definitely takes the crown among them though. To top it all off, she is a "Giver" too (I'll let you figure that one out). 

 
 

Now the next portion of his message references the section where I described a dinner party that I often dream of featuring Napoleon and Otto Von Bismarck. And "Lenny" obviously didn't pay attention in his European history class, else he would understand why his version of my dinner does not make any sense:



Last but not least, you need to invite two more people to your dinner party. Genghis Khan because he was literally crazy apeshit crazy maniacal crazy violent. Did I mention he was crazy violent. Also Flanders from the Simpsons, because someone needs to unite Napoleon, Bismark, and Genghis in tearing it up.

 
Oh and he's still not done


I lied, last but not least...College football is WAY better than pro ball. I confess I don't watch much football, but college is way more fun to watch because there are way more screw ups and are less predictable.

Shoot me an email. You sound like a lot of fun to hang out with.

Lenny



WHEN WILL THIS TORTURE END?


That Geico commercial is good, but the one with the piggy squealing with joy in the back of the car is even better. Weeeeeee Weeeeeee! I also can't ignore that one bank commercial where the banker gives one girl a toy pony and the other girl gets a real pony. LMAO.


Can someone just waterboard me already?!


Chicken is a staple of mine. I just hope you like it extra well done...because I am lousy at cooking...:( but no one is perfect right?



No, no one is perfect Lenny, but you are pretty damn far from it.