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Jun. 15th, 2009 05:03 pmI can't actually think of a way to tell this bloke that I'm not going for a date with him that won't lead to him sending me 9,000 emails. Why did I give him my gmail address? I don't know. What a maroon. Anyway, when I go home tonight, I'm deleting my OK Cupid account because as ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
unconventional pointed out, there are sooo many people there, which means that sifting through it with a fine tooth comb to find someone who doesn't just want a quick shag round the back of Tescos (hahahaha keep looking) is a project I just don't have time for.
So the online dating thing with both match and OKC was a failure. But at least I can say I tried it. There's no point keeping my profile on there if I'm closing the book on this, well, to an extent. That isn't to say if someone happens along at random and it feels right I'm going to tell them to fuck off, it just means that this dating site thing and hoping someone will liiikke meeee has to stop. Rubbish. Whatever happens, happens.
The other thing is I should probably just be away from these things altogether. The problem with me is, I am the queen of unrequited affections. I will develop feelings for someone and pine for them much too easily and ask myself why it feels so right, while missing the point spectacularly: it's meant to feel right for both people, dimwit, not just for me who is stuck in admiration and lust and - for what it's worth - genuine affection.
And I'd do well to learn the difference before it gets the chance to make me cry again.
In the meantime, Single Girl is going home to immerse herself in the wonderful world of Anansi Boys, which I've been wanting to read more of ALL DAY. Gaiman infects my brain sometimes, this is one of those times; I have the shamefully never-read-before Good Omens lined up after this. Then Smoke & Mirrors. But wah I want to read Neverwhere and American Gods again too. I'm meant to be studying!
unconventional pointed out, there are sooo many people there, which means that sifting through it with a fine tooth comb to find someone who doesn't just want a quick shag round the back of Tescos (hahahaha keep looking) is a project I just don't have time for.So the online dating thing with both match and OKC was a failure. But at least I can say I tried it. There's no point keeping my profile on there if I'm closing the book on this, well, to an extent. That isn't to say if someone happens along at random and it feels right I'm going to tell them to fuck off, it just means that this dating site thing and hoping someone will liiikke meeee has to stop. Rubbish. Whatever happens, happens.
The other thing is I should probably just be away from these things altogether. The problem with me is, I am the queen of unrequited affections. I will develop feelings for someone and pine for them much too easily and ask myself why it feels so right, while missing the point spectacularly: it's meant to feel right for both people, dimwit, not just for me who is stuck in admiration and lust and - for what it's worth - genuine affection.
And I'd do well to learn the difference before it gets the chance to make me cry again.
In the meantime, Single Girl is going home to immerse herself in the wonderful world of Anansi Boys, which I've been wanting to read more of ALL DAY. Gaiman infects my brain sometimes, this is one of those times; I have the shamefully never-read-before Good Omens lined up after this. Then Smoke & Mirrors. But wah I want to read Neverwhere and American Gods again too. I'm meant to be studying!
