[Abbreviated version also on MS Blog]
This is a link to the most mysogynistic article ever. I hate this guy - he is the reason that I hate the bar scene and hate dating. However, I will admit that I understand where this is coming from. When there is a loss or when there is a rejection, it is awfully hard not to fill that void with anyone and anything that comes in ones path. I have definitely done that - lived by the motto that the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. It's a shallow sort of existence, as this article points out. It doesn't make it any easier for someone on the receiving end of this sort of treatment. (So horrible - when I go onto OK Cupid, I have to be careful or I'll run into some of the people who have been on the receiving end of my bitchery. I didn't want to be mean, but it just happened. This is not including the penis deformity duo - I don't fee bad about ditching them.)
I am finally getting to the point in my life when I want a relationship - I spent my early and mid 20s in relationships. I have been enjoying the single life for about 3 and a half years now and it's been good, actually. Been dating - usually not much amounts from this except for amusing stories about deformed penises and alleged blog-writing. One or two haven't sucked, but I haven't wanted to be in a relationship at all, let alone with them. My online dating history has been less than successful. I mean, two deformed penises and the licker do not amount to a rousing success. And of course, there are the two engagements which are never ending fodder of amusement to my friends (I'm looking at you Robin) that I didn't meet online. So either way, it seems that I am a mess.
The above article is why I HATE dating. I really do. I know that one day I want to find someone to spend my life with - granted if I can find a person that can stand me (big order) and who I can stand (even bigger order). When you are hot (which I am assuming because I don't know from personal experience, so this is conjecture) you apparently don't need to be interesting - for both women and men. So don't go for the super-hot girls if you want interesting conversation - go for the cute girls who may not be the hot chicks but are unfathomably more interesting. And if all you want is sex, hire a prostitute - it's much less effort. And can be cheaper than plowing someone with drinks (and roofies if you are hanging out at Rumors - whole other story). The superficial bullshit really pisses me off - as bitchy as I have been, I have never been superficial about it (okay, maybe a few times - deformities, morbid obesity with leg-dragging and teeth at right angles to head are clearly exceptions to this rule - I think of that as evolutionary protection of the species, not unduly superficial).
Most of my friends are now in relationships that are for the most part functional - I guess I just feel like the only single person I know right now. Just getting to that age, I guess. I spent my early 20s in relationships, so now I'm in my late 20s and in bizarre reversal of things, I am playing the field while everyone else is in a relationship.
Well, here is the picture of the droid cat that I am going to live with when I am all old and alone. He's kind of scary - I will call him Mort. As Kim pointed out, Mort is Death's Helper, which is quite fitting.
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