14th Sep, 2007

Saturday Night

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This past Saturday night, I was in the process of hauling trash to the curb and sopping up nasty-ass bathroom messes, as one does on any typical Saturday night.

I decided to take a short break and check my email at my favorite dating site. Oooooooh one little blinkey email in the little blinkey box!

The email bore a name I’d never seen before. My hopes fell. At this point I pretty much only respond to people from this site whom I know from our little social gatherings. If it’s someone I don’t know, I expect to read this: “Hey baby your hot. Wanna get together sometime and see where things go?”

And the answer is always NO. No I do not want to get together and see where things go. I glance at these messages then delete them before they burn my eyes. I’ve had the real thing; there’s no going back now.

But the message I got on Saturday night was altogether different. It was a whole ‘nother level of dating site stupidity.

The email was one line. It said (roughly) this: “hey i’m james at the holiday inn near the airport room 2119 come over and lets have some fun.”

My town has but one airport. And one Holiday Inn near the airport. And (presumably) only one James holed up that night in room 2119.

And he’d just invited me—a complete stranger—to his hotel room.

I become slack-jawed with incoherence at the thought of that kind of stupidity. I’m certain that friend James took a scatter-shot approach. Surely he sent out many copies of this same email, hoping that just one woman would take the bait.

Against my better judgment, I wrote James back. I warned him gently of the astounding risk of sending that specific kind of contact information to strangers. I asked him to consider that perhaps some of us with profiles on that site are not inherently nice people. And some of us with mostly-het-girl-profiles on that site are not accurately portraying ourselves. I suggested kindly that he think with the head on his shoulders so as not to get himself killed in his quest for a bit of the old trim.

And he wrote me back. Almost instantly. He said, “So do you want to come over? If you’re going to kill me, at least fuck me first.”

Again with the mouth-agape incoherence. I wrote nothing more to him. I mean really, what more can you say to logic like his?

Responses

How do these people find there way out of bed in the morning?!

I hate getting all excited about a little blinky email only to find stupidity like that. Granted, I have never found stupidity like THAT, exactly, but I feel your blinky pain.

i object to the use of the word logic in this post because seriously that man is clearly batting minus several clues …

i think the little blinkey dating site emails are designed to torture single women… they’re all SO bad.

in fact i’ve never gotten anything worth responding to, all the men i’ve met from dating sites were men i contacted myself…

WOW. That’s all I can say, is WOW.

But yeah, the blinkies really get me hard.

I mean, if I were a guy, they would. =)

That. Is. Insane.

I mean, I can’t even respond properly.

Stoooooopid.

(spelled that way purposely of course, but I am myself guilty of being the grammar police on occasion)

Wow. That guy must be in advertising. He knows how to get to ALL the ladies with those pithy one-liners.

I have nothing to really say about the stupidity of this man.

But I will say that my dog just farted SO FOULLY that it woke me up from a sound sleep and I couldn’t get back to sleep and decided to pop round and tell you.

I mean, seriously. ‘Bout singed my nose hairs.

Maybe it’s not such a silly strategy. I mean, I’m sure that some tiny part of you was burning with curiosity, and ready to go over there and knock on the door just to see what sort of fool he was.

And also to see how he answered the door.

My money says that if anyone knocked on his door that night (I pitty room service) it would have been answered by a fat, balding computer nerd, trying to hide a rather pittiful erection in a purple sequined posing pouch.

I am also burning with curiosity to know whether anyone answered his call - imagine what they must have been like. There are some desperate people out there.

Maybe you should email him back and ask him!

intrigue=sex for some people I guess. I reckon he would have gotten lucky with that mail-out

With luck someone WILL beat him to a pulp with a large stick and he’ll feature in the Darwin Awards :o)

I’ve been told that at any given bar, on any given night, if a guy asks enough girls, eventually one will go home with him.

If you set your bar low enough, I suppose!

Maybe he was a fool who is destined to be the victim of a predator or maybe he is the predator looking for a fool to come to room 2119.

I was sorely tempted to show up at his door with this:

http://janesguide.com/wpmu/toys/2007/08/09/big-boy-from-xxxglass/

and a tub of Crisco and tell him to bend over.

But that would have been JUST WRONG.

:)

You should have taken him up on the last offer. Sex for you, a sgtick to the him for him…what could be fairer? ;-)

I think his last line is actually kind of funny. I mean, yeah, he’s stupid. But at least he has a sense of humor.

Also, it should occur to you that he wasn’t at the Holiday Inn or in room 2119. He could be as full of shit as the rest of them and just wanted to yank somebody’s chain.

Eve

This is the best/worst message I’ve ever seen. And I’ve gotten a few cringe-worthy messages myself.

I’m not sure I get it. I thought the reason you were on the dating site was for somewhat anonymous sex. Why would swopping a few mails matter. You still wanted what he offered.

Anonymous sex? No.

Not now.

:)

Perhaps you should have gone over to his hotel room and killed him…you know, to thin the heard a bit.

oops…I meant ‘herd’

Can you install spellcheck please. =0)

To thin the herd…

HA!

Oh God, the vengeance I could bring down if I ever decided to thin the herd…

Spell check. Get Firefox. It automatically spell checks everything.

Can you say “Cop”?

There’s a guy who lives on a dating site I’m on, and every time I post a new photo, he sends me an email. It’s always the same email, and I know he sends it to every girl he fancies…”Subject: You; Body: …are hot, we should make out”.

My theory is that he’s only capable of typing these seven words, and he’s hoping that one day some girl will take the bait.

Love your blog, glad you didn’t take the bait ;).

You are kind, but you should just let natural selection do it’s work.

It’s the lack of proper punctuation that gets me. You should have told the guy to learn about capitalisation and full stops before approaching an intelligent woman with the offer of anonymous sex.

I have a folder on my hotmail account full of messages like this. I tried compiling them once into a book but it was too depressing an exercise.

lol, see now I would have talked to him. I wouldn’t have fucked him but talking to the freaks is an interesting diversion from the mundane :P
Its a bit like actually talking to those guys that invite you to their cam only to find them jerking off.

hehe..ok, maybe I have a sick sense of humour ;)

I gotta say that this is really ridiculous. All that happened was that I was lonely and looking for some female companionship! And my posing pouch was NOT sequined, thank you very much.

It was bedazzled. There is a difference.

Oh, and the pouch was lavender, not purple, thank you very much.

Now I get all this sanctimonious hand-wringing because I have some difficulty with spelling and grammar. And merely because I sent an anonymous e-mail to a beautiful woman I get this sort of blowback?!

At least this time I remembered not to put my credit card number and pin into the e-mail. (Boy was THAT embarrassing…. and expensive! It’s amazing how fast that meth addicts can drain an account.)

Oh, wait a second! You said room 2119!

I was in room 1943.

Now I’m really pissed! There was ANOTHER overweight computer nerd with a posing pouch at the Holiday Inn hitting on MY WOMEN?! If I see him, I’ll kick his ass!

– Quixotic (living in his own little world)

Hi,

You think this insane? Well, how many times did I receive phone calls in hotels of woman offering themselves for sex (off course pay is expected). Or even more brazen a knock on the door and some lovely hooker is there offering her wares.
Total strangers, I have no idea how this lovely lasses figure out there is a single gent staying at this particular room. A tip to a busboy, perhaps? Now i am not complaining, I did partake if the lovely just was irresistible, but the results are 50 : 50 some good ones, some soso and one I will never forget because she totally fucked my brains out and I haven’t the faintest idea of her name :)
Insane perhaps but one never knows :)

Cheers Fred

what a flipping idiot? desperate and insane….lol.

Stupidity like that is frightening. Glad you avoided him. And it.

wow. that’s all I can say. wow.

who the hell does that?

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