The inherent problem with dating sites, and we all know this, is the overall lack of sincerity, honesty and integrity. They are grossly over populated by bottom feeders ( marine metaphor to be excused in reference to the fishing site) and not so well intentioned trollers ( oops I did it again) of the sad, the lonely, the mis-begotten.
It is a bit of a condemning outlook, I am aware, but if you are someone who inherently believes that the sun will shine tomorrow and that your car will start regardless of the cold....well, you tend to fall head first into the Ha-Ha Hotel of Hopefulness, only to find that it is run by Leona Helmsley.
The true problem arises when, and this is rare, you do meet someone who has no ecstasy to drop into your cocktail, no illiterate friends to give your # to, and no mirrors on his shoes. How do you possibly address this novelty? Why, you ruin it of course, because you are so accustomed to the bullshit that you simply insert it of your own accord. You blast them with the fire hose of fallacious assumptions, you whip them with the wounds you have endured.......and you wake up in the morning with a regret that cannot justify.
It takes a hard shell, it takes the knowledge of when to remove that shell, and it takes PHD in anthropology to separate the two.
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