More online dating horror

When I lack entertainment, which is often, I mosey over to see who has winked, poked or whatever they do on these sites to people they want to get to know. Call me Shallow Sally, but this dude was not going to win the prize with these photos! Why me, Jesus? I always secretly hope these men don't read my blog and find themselves exposed but then, even keeping photos like these on a hard drive should be a crime!





Note the placement of the champagne bottle - compensating for something perhaps???

Anyway, my girlfriend, a woman who should have more sense, calls me to tell me she met some Third World man on the internet and he is coming to our neck of the Third World to LIVE with her. This is a woman with kids, and at least 15 years on me, which just goes to show age does not equal sense. She has not met this man in person yet but she is ready to welcome him and his God-knows-what into her home and into her life. She swears she is in love. Now I am all about love, any how you find it - but you gotta be meeting these people first and not just inviting them to live with you. Who knows what this man's got? Swine flu. HIV. Stupidity. These are serious ailments. Suppose he is not who he represented himself to be. He says he is a grad student in business and he can get a job here - but he could be lying. He could just be some loafer looking for a way out of his fucked up country - not that here is Canaan but it's better. He could just be looking for a life of luxury and a sugar mama to beat every night and wash his nasty jockey shorts. I wanted to share her bubbly joy but could not and found myself asking if I was really just very cynical that I could not share in this dream of hers. I know I am, but God...this is not rational behaviour.

In my, non-online, weird, yet dull life, it seems to be all going to hell at this place I work at. These are some totally power-hungry, messed up bitches. Wow. This whole working for others thing is bullshit. I should really start my spinster consultancy and make some money matchmaking or something, or giving all these female dreamers a wake up call - ultimately ending the vicious cycle of silly women existing, making it hard to find a proper man - one who has not gotten spoilt by some daft woman's silliness.