This woman's rant reminds me of this thread,
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http://www.matchdoctor.com/blog_68708/Online_Dating_What_A_Waste_Of_Time.html
Online Dating! What A Waste Of Time*
posted 10/4/2007 8:14:46 PM |
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Angel603
Take it from me folks! I've tried it on here, I've tried it on the site with all the millions of fish. I've tried it on a spiritual site and I've tried it on a flirting site. I've even tried it on a very well organised singles site for people who live in and around my area. It just don't work!
As time goes by, for some of us, it becomes increasingly difficult to meet someone. We're not all bar flies or clubbers, and the chances of meeting someone at an evening class or whilst enjoying a hobby is remote, like minded doesn't necessarily mean physically attractive and partnership material. Some of us find ourselves with no alternative but to give the date sites a go.
In theory, the internet should be an ideal way for people to meet members of the opposite sex. Even those of us who are a little shy can take our time to come out of our shells and slowly reveal who we really are. The trouble is the number of fakers and players seems to far outnumber those genuinely looking for love.
I've been online for getting on for a year now. Through this site and a couple of others here's the sum total of my achievements as far as dates are concerned. Online friends are not included in this blog. The first is an achievement, the rest are best termed disappointments.
I met one guy as friends and we have stayed in touch. He wrote me a song, which he hasn't finished but I was deeply touched. I hope we will meet again one day.
I fell for a fake and finally heard the last of him a few weeks ago. He's still around but he's out of my hair which is the best I can hope for.
I met a long distance lorry driver who could barely keep his eyes open when we met. He worked weekends or saw his kid so the only time we could meet was after one of his shifts. On reflection I'm wondering why either of us bothered.... if he can't fit a date in, how's he going to find time for a relationship. Anyway, after half an hour Tesco (that's the supermarket to you non-Brits) seemed a more attractive proposition, so I made my excuses and went off to flirt with the cauliflowers in the organic veg section.
I met a guy who built himself up to be a stud (like I was actually that bothered) and was a gross disappointment to himself. I couldn't have been more understanding but he chose to cut our date short and drive home in the middle of the night.
I met a gorgeous guy who ticked all my boxes, we had a wonderful date, got on great, laughed and were totally comfortable together until he rode off into the sunset never to be heard from again. I guess his boxes were left unticked somewhere.
Another wrote fabulous emails to the point where his looks were so unimportant. I couldn't wait to meet him. He froze the moment we met and didn't thaw out for four hours, and even then there was a slight chill in the air.
One guy made me an offer I refused but continued to make it on a regular basis. When I agreed to meet him he failed to call me both times he said he would so I told him to f*** Off and leave me alone. Not very ladylike but then again, he wasn't much of a gentleman.
That left me with only my MD American heart throbs to lust after, and as my Florida MOD chose Misschoos over me I decided to bring my search a little closer to home.
It wasn't long before the three sites I joined brought forth no less than six interested parties. Whilst we're corresponding and swapping numbers, I hear from a faceless wonder from MD who despite the fact I'd answered every email with "where's your pic?" managed to avoid the question. During a weak moment I took a note of his number and sent him a text. Yes, you've guessed it, asking him where his pic was. Instead, he called me. He was full of the charm and blarney and had a lovely accent. He was a little bit naughty but the Angel has never been a prude. He showed a lot of interest in my book and had a novel idea how to promote it involving the two of us, an M&S changing room and the paparazzi. I was going to be in his area pretty soon and decided to text him again, asking for a pic so we could maybe meet up that weekend. He must have been a player after all because he told me I was rude and bye bye. You know what? I was a bit disappointed. Not in him, but myself. I couldn't believe I'd fallen for a bit of phone schmoozing. I guess I've been on my own too long..... any port in a storm!
As for the other six. One was on the brink of arranging to meet me, we'd literally gone online to organise a day and time. He took a phone call, was gone an hour and a half and maybe didn't like the fact I was tired and ready for bed by the time he got back and was just saying goodbye to one of my American friends who'd been keeping my company while he was away. To be honest, I sent him a message after ten minutes saying I was off to bed and my friend came online, so I ended up staying online for longer than I'd intended. He returned and said the call was from his sister who'd recently had a baby but I doubted that, it was more likely another woman. I've not heard from him since and he ignored a friendly text message a couple of days later. So that was the end of him.
One guy told me he had a girlfriend and although he persisted in trying to get me to meet him, I insisted he had to finish with his girlfriend first. I can't think why, I'm just a bit funny that way.
Another arranged to meet me then postponed it because he needed to fix his camper van engine which was spread out on his kitchen table as we spoke on the phone. He appears to hate me. He says my emails "go on a bit" and I'm really negative. I probably am about him because he's a dickhead. The last I heard from him was just over a week ago when he wrote asking when we were going to do the coffee thing. I told him I'd be in touch as I was sick at the time. Yeah, sick of him. I've not bothered to get in touch. Mean? Maybe? but then so was he.
The next date was supposed to be the same weekend as camper van man. He'd asked me to get in touch with him Sunday morning. I text him at around 11am to give him time to have a lie in if he'd been out the night before. He text back that he had a hangover and could we do it another time? I've not heard another word since. Maybe because my reply to him was "two blow outs in one weekend, I guess today's not my lucky day either!". Move on piss head!
The next guy couldn't "wate" to meet me and appeared to be dislexic and a little bit mental. He was cute looking though and I was getting a bit desperate by this time so I took a couple of hours out of my day to meet him. Gee girls, you're going to love this one. He talked the whole time about himself and the only thing he asked me what I wanted to drink. Towards the end of the two hours we spent together he tells me he's still living with his girlfriend. He'd talked constantly about us just being friends for now so I was cool with it. ........ cont/d below.....
What are we? 10 years old? It's online dating and I aint gettin' any younger. Don't have time for that BS. 
He did say he meets with a personal trainer and goes to boot camp so there is hope for weight loss. No sparks on my end though. Maybe they can develop over time?? I may keep him around for now....
Then you hope he follows up the interview with a callback right? Cause you sittin at home hoping he calls you back for the 2nd interview AKA the 2nd date.
