So in effort to recapture my ‘It’. I’ve put myself online. Yes, I have been there before and well, we all know how that went…. up in flames. I think I prolonged my previous efforts for more fodder for the blog.
However, after a girls gathering at Shaloah’s on Friday, did I find out that I’m not the only one with “interesting” online encounters. Which brought me to my next inspiration…. a do’s & don’t's of online dating. A kind of survival guide to meeting people online if you will. I’m compiling a list as we speak which may include such things as:
1: Do post a picture of yourself
2: Don’t meet a guy that only posts pictures of himself in profile
What I would like to know is why is there an extraordinary amount of photos of guys holding fish. I even explicably ask for men to send a picture of what they look like and I will get photos of their dog, landscapes and almost ALWAYS of them holding a fish. Great, you fish. Great you have hobbies but is it me or is this a clear signal right there that guys have no idea what a girl wants? Last time I checked I didn’t need a towel when I looked at a guy holding what will inevitably smell up my car. No, in fact, one reason girls like weddings so much is that all the men clean up rather well. We do like you in a suit, we do like you in casual clothes… however, the fish???? really? (to prove my point, I may have to start keeping a tally).
As for the dog photos. I do like dogs but when you are a lacking enough photos of your face & you need to insert one of your puppy, you are probably under the belief you gained from movies. That women will fall for a cute baby or puppy in the park no matter what you look like. If that’s the case, go hang at David Lam & see all the swooning. More then likely, the only female that will not be abe to keep herself away from you will be 4 years old.
But my biggest pet peeve however, isn’t the photos. Although, I could wax on about wife beaters & ugly halloween costumes for at least 20 minutes. My biggest pet peeve begins once we have started communicating. Now maybe I am sounding like a judgemental bitch but that’s because I am so bear with me but my biggest pet peeve is when I am asked….
wait for it.
What are you really passionate about?
Passionate?
Passionate? HUH??? I loathe that word. That’s what I’m passionate about. I’m passionate about the use of vocabulary that people use when getting to know another individual. It is such a deal breaker for me that as soon as that first P is typed that you are cut off. Passion, to me is something you can not live without. Passion to me is something that you wake in the morning & you are thinking about and there is no way you can go thru your day without either thinking or doing. By that definition, my mother was passionate about sewing as she sewed every single day of her life. However, how can someone be passionate about sewing as I also think that passion connotes heat and while a good hobby, I don’t see how thread & fabric can make you hot.
Passion is something that they allude to in daytime tv and those programs are slowly going the way of the beta machine. So how am I to answer that question? Do I answer honestly? Do I say, well, I’m fairly overworked & find that in the spare time I do have, I tend to throw back an above average amount of alcohol that some may deem borderline troublesome? Do I tell him I’m fixated with the size of my hips and in vain effort go to the gym & try every new fad exercise regime so I can still look hot in jeans? or Do I tell him that I like to post to a blog where I pontificate the extreme minutae of my every day existence as though my decisions about coffee matter to the masses? No, he wants to hear that I hike or read or absolutely loooooove thai cooking.
If someone said to you they were passionate about Volleyball, would you believe them? No, because unless you are on the circuit, you probably aren’t, you may be very interested & spend a lot of time playing but passion? And then if it is the former, that’s a job & for whatever reason, you are not allowed to be passionate about work by cultural standards.
So I ask you…. do i just admit I get all excited about some things only to be bored of it 5 minutes later. Do I admit that i get excited when I can buy a new pair of shoes, have drinks with the girls and that I’m glued to my computer?
I think I may just fess up and say that I’m a girly workaholic because, THAT is what I’m passionate about.