Monday, September 18, 2006

Cesspool

He winks at her...

She winks back...

He tells her he's not interested and she is dumbfounded. Why wink if not interested! She moves on.

He writes her like nothing happened and introduces himself and says he'd like to learn more about her.

She's bitter with dating life and the games and wants no part of it now. She tells him so...nicely. Thanks...but boy said he wasn't interested in girl...so why email now. Girl just doesn't have the time for games and wishes boy the best of luck in the future...with his job and with match.

She gets email. Email reads as such...

I'm very, very sorry. This is not *stupid idiot boy* this is his soon to be ex-girlfriend. It is against my heart to email you thru his account but after I caught him cheating and sleeping with other girls, I thought he would change but the trust is no longer the same. He promised and I accepted it but that's it! He is very charming guy that is why he is comfortable joining several online dating and have multiple GF at the same time. I'm sorry to bother you_ this is a nightmare for me and I had never than this before. You seem to be a smart, pretty, and educated lady_ I just hope you will chase the right dream. Lastly, please dont reply him thru this email because I want to be safe. He has a hot temper, and I live alone. Thank you for your time, and I hope you'll understand.

Great...maybe it's time for the girl to take a break. She is really tired and all the duds and losers are really taking their toll on her. She's tired and frustrated and discouraged. The hope has pretty much diminished. She is single. She has been single for a long time and she'll be single for a long time to be. She's tried to change it...to no avail. Getting an email off a dating service from a guy's girlfriend was pretty much the last straw. It's time for the girl to dig out her Alanis, PJ Harvey, Cranberries and Avril Lavigne albums and just blast music and give in to the angst. Shit...and it's almost the girl's birthday so she can bitch and be pissed if she wants to right!? Isn't that how the song goes? No...oh well. I like my version better.

So...emails from girlfriends was the last draw...or was it...

*******

So the girl goes to her local mattress store to take care of yet another bed problem. The bed which has been the bane of her existance and the cause of a few anxiety attacks. The girl thought that getting a new bed would give her more sleep but that wasn't really the case. But the saga was almost over...just one more visit to the manager guy and she was done. As she walks into the store, she sees the manager guy along with two of his co-workers. One who the girl hadn't seen before but was immediately recognizable as a match guy. One who had winked at her...but whom she never bothered even communicating with. That was an awkward situation for the girl. She recognized him, she was pretty sure that he recognized her. She didn't feel as anonymous going about her life anymore when she can bump into people whose picture she's seen online just going to the mattress store. She hurried with the business at hand and left thinking that the match guy could track her down if he really wanted to. Her name, address and phone number was readily available at his fingertips through one of the mattress store's computers...She was a customer.

Being on match REALLY didn't seem like a good idea anymore.

*******

Girl is going about her business at work. She pulls a notice and realizes what one of the fireguy's middle name is. She stops and ponders that perhaps the guy she's seen on match and always thought *hey, he kinda looks like so-n-so* is actually her co-worker. That match guy uses the fireguy's middle name as his screen name. She does the match on age and sign and realizes that...Crap! It really is him! She's clicked on his profile before...oh, gawd...how weird! Why is all this match weirdness happening all at the same time!? It's embarrassing and she wonders about yet how many people at work have heard about this from the fireguy. Girl realizes that it's really time to be anonymous and that she can forget hope and the bullshit about *you never know*. It's time to really take the time for herself and relax and try to get a hold of herself and find herself again. It's just time...

Match is a fucking cesspool and the girl can barely stand even dealing with it for another minute...

2 comments:

AM said...

What an odd string of Match-related incidents. The *stupid idiot boy* doesn't surprise me too much, but the chance encounters IRL would've have weirded me out too. Blast the Alanis, open a bottle of wine (or two) and bask in your own fabulousness for as long as you like ... those cesspool dwellers don't deserve you.

londongirl said...

ooohhhh very scary and offputting. The reason I like(d) internet dating was its anonymity - you don't want to go bumping into them at your local shop. And a colleague too - bit too close for comfort.

Very bothered by the fact that the guy was still actively paralell dating - what a git. What percentage of those out there are still doing this eh? I think I'll steer clear of it for a while!