“So let’s not kid ourselves. We’re just two lonely people. We’re so desperate for quality human interaction that we’ll even employ a machine to help us find it.”
No, you are right.
We don’t know each other. We may never know each other. That’s fine; I don’t care.
But it would appear as though we’re both lonely and dissatisfied with the current state of our lives. We both feel like something is missing.
And look at that–things in common already!
I saw the flattering profile picture you posted. You really do look great in that one. You think so too, obviously. You chose it over all of your other pictures to greet me, a total stranger. I just read the things you wrote in the box used to illustrate your personality. Oh my, you sure are clever. You’re just a pun factory. So what’s a gorgeous, fun-loving, free-spirited, Oscar Wilde-ian/Robin Williamsish catch like you doing up for grabs on the internetz?
Doesn’t really matter. Just like it doesn’t matter what you write in the box.
And it doesn’t matter what I wrote in the box, either.
More often than not, people using this website are only portraying themselves to be whatever they think their ideal mate would fantasize about. They’re only saying whatever they think their ideal mate would like to hear. They’ll say something along the lines of: “Oh, I will tell you like it is! I’m motivated! I’m honest! I’m real! I’m loyal! I’m one of a kind!”
But in the last hour, you’ve probably scrolled past 14 people whom you can barely tell apart.
So let’s not kid ourselves. We’re just two lonely people. We’re so desperate for quality human interaction that we’ll even employ a machine to help us find it.
You may want it enough to part with some cash for a premium membership, in hopes of speeding up the process.
So let’s not waste time with this. That’s what these sites are for: bypassing the bullshit on your way to finding “The One.” You’re just doing the same thing I’m doing. Scrolling through other heartbroken and desperate people’s pictures, wondering what’s so awful about them. Or rationalizing why you wouldn’t match up with them. Or speculating as to why someone would’ve gotten tired of having sex with them. Or thinking about how seemingly perfect they are, and wondering why they won’t respond to any of your advances. It’s just like the worst parts of high school all over again, but in little HTML boxes.
Endless repeat. They’re not good enough for you. Or you’re not good enough for them.
But you still keep reading those little personality boxes under the best-looking profile pictures. You’re still smirking at their attempts to be funny or clever.
I am, too.
I think we have a lot more in common than you’d like to admit.