I joined OKCupid because my good (see: super pervy) friend was on it 24/7. I mean, all the time. And this isn't all that odd, I have lots of friends on this website who have had mild success (see: 2 week relationships). But this boy was/is scoring tail. Mad tail. From women. Attractive women. And a lot of them. I was wary, being that this friend is the type of friend who will hang out in high school parking lots once he hits 37.
I had to know: how he had tricked these women into not only into going on numerous dates (albeit charming fort-building-cookie-making sorts of dates no self-respecting hipster twentysomething female could say no to), but into SLEEPING with him? What did he say to them? And who inhabits this vast disgusting, pathetic and weird part of the internet? WHAT MAGIC FILLS THIS PLACE?!
I had to know: how he had tricked these women into not only into going on numerous dates (albeit charming fort-building-cookie-making sorts of dates no self-respecting hipster twentysomething female could say no to), but into SLEEPING with him? What did he say to them? And who inhabits this vast disgusting, pathetic and weird part of the internet? WHAT MAGIC FILLS THIS PLACE?!
I had to know.
I had hope.
I have a need for constant affirmation.
So I had a fun thing to share at bars and parties with my friends for a few months, and people asked to hear his message again and again. And since time had passed, I sadly resigned myself to thinking the heartbreaker known as eazyp424 he had found true love on the back alley of the internet.
But thankfully, I was WRONG.
Today I opened up my OKCupid for a quick self-esteem boost (and immediate, heroin-esque come down) only to find that the LOVE of my online dating site, ERIC aka EAZYP424 had sent me a message! Oh, my heart was a flutter as in a Victorian coming-of-age novel, as my foppish suitor tried yet again to convince me of his sexuality.
And friends
I was not disappointed.
whats up I'm Eric I live in boys town and get into a lot of crazy situations get hit on a lot by guys not really interested but I'm open minded so I might be bi lol I work hard and like to party on my off time lol but more relaxed partying with a few people at a local bar or my place I have a lot of tattoos and a couple piercings if you want I'm just a real person trying to meet someone real lol you can hit me up
The lack of punctuation. The brutal honesty. The fact that he'd forgotten he'd sent me a message previously and this appears to be a copy and pasted revision of the previous. The lol's. I'm baffled the Dating Website Genie only gave us a 14% match. But an admittance that perhaps, just perhaps, there was some self realization in the past two months. Maybe a quiet, resolved blow-job outside Cocktail. A quick kiss at the Jackhammer. Brunch.
Now, I've previously joined "dating websites" and enjoyed some of the most depraved, reprobate messages I've ever witnessed in my time on the internet. For the most part, every other one you receive is from some douche and the ones in-between are men whose profiles are peppered with pathos, and they always go something like this:
"I think you're pretty/funny/interesting. We like/don't like the same things. Inane question about something you mentioned?"
But my god, readers, every once and awhile you get a true gem of deplorable that belongs in the back of a Greyhound bus station.
Example: the message you're about to read comes from a 47 year old man I had absolutely no contact with prior to this excerpt from the next great American novel, which was titled "Contradictions" (which if you know what that means, you'll see it has no relevancy in this message whatsoever). Read on, but be forewarned, you will gag.
I don't know why it is, but the image keeps coming to mind of me engaging you in the rawest physical activity. I mean...stripping you naked and pushing you up against a wall and giving you all that you can take, and then a little more, but not too much, until you're delierious...then picking you up in my arms,with you facing me, and lowering you on me, impaling you while standing up, until you are...full, and suddenly breathing in little gasps, digging your nails into my chest. Somehow, I know you not only want that, but need it, as a part of your entire creative cycle. And yet, once all is done, once you regain composure, and become isolated by your art, you are an awesome intellect, someone of delicacy and grace. I understand the contradictions; they're so much me.
Craig
Thanks Craig. That's gross. And great. Best of luck to you in all your endeavors.
Anyways, knowing what I knew about awesome creeps on the interwebs (and my uncanny ability to attract them), I took another chance. I held my nose and stuck my finger into yet another one of the internet's buttholes.
Soon after joining I was messaged with what I can only describe as the most unintentional confessional of a message a man has ever sent me. Now, judging by his grammar and sentence structures, I'm going to say he's unaware of a lot of things. Like most everything. Like everything. Ever. I'm surprised he knew his own name. "Why all the assumptions, Meredith, lest ye too be judged?"
I don't know why it is, but the image keeps coming to mind of me engaging you in the rawest physical activity. I mean...stripping you naked and pushing you up against a wall and giving you all that you can take, and then a little more, but not too much, until you're delierious...then picking you up in my arms,with you facing me, and lowering you on me, impaling you while standing up, until you are...full, and suddenly breathing in little gasps, digging your nails into my chest. Somehow, I know you not only want that, but need it, as a part of your entire creative cycle. And yet, once all is done, once you regain composure, and become isolated by your art, you are an awesome intellect, someone of delicacy and grace. I understand the contradictions; they're so much me.
Craig
Thanks Craig. That's gross. And great. Best of luck to you in all your endeavors.
Anyways, knowing what I knew about awesome creeps on the interwebs (and my uncanny ability to attract them), I took another chance. I held my nose and stuck my finger into yet another one of the internet's buttholes.
Soon after joining I was messaged with what I can only describe as the most unintentional confessional of a message a man has ever sent me. Now, judging by his grammar and sentence structures, I'm going to say he's unaware of a lot of things. Like most everything. Like everything. Ever. I'm surprised he knew his own name. "Why all the assumptions, Meredith, lest ye too be judged?"
Because this guy here has been living a lie for what seems like his entire life.
This is the message I received from him with, like the previously mentioned Creepy Craig, no prior communication. What you are about to read is the most closeted homosexual thing you will ever read. In your life. I'm looking at your diary, Travolta.
So I present to you for your enjoyment a message from eazyp424:
What's up? I'm Eric I live in east lake view. (boys town) I have a lot of fun here I'm straight but get hit on by a lot of guys. It might be cuz I like going to gay bars. like the lucky horseshoe (a gay male strip club) some guy followed me out of there 5 blocks to the next bar hitting on me. last week I went tp a cross dresser show at roscoe's it was awesome. the pride parade was the best parade I've been too. And when I went to lollapolooza and lost my friends on top of that my boy had my phone. So I took the train home and meet 2 gay guys and a girl we went to get food. Then they parked a block from my house. so we walked back together. out of no where the 1 guy tried to kiss me. it was a lil wiered. I can only blame myself tho. anyways if you want to talk more hit me up.
This is the message I received from him with, like the previously mentioned Creepy Craig, no prior communication. What you are about to read is the most closeted homosexual thing you will ever read. In your life. I'm looking at your diary, Travolta.
So I present to you for your enjoyment a message from eazyp424:
What's up? I'm Eric I live in east lake view. (boys town) I have a lot of fun here I'm straight but get hit on by a lot of guys. It might be cuz I like going to gay bars. like the lucky horseshoe (a gay male strip club) some guy followed me out of there 5 blocks to the next bar hitting on me. last week I went tp a cross dresser show at roscoe's it was awesome. the pride parade was the best parade I've been too. And when I went to lollapolooza and lost my friends on top of that my boy had my phone. So I took the train home and meet 2 gay guys and a girl we went to get food. Then they parked a block from my house. so we walked back together. out of no where the 1 guy tried to kiss me. it was a lil wiered. I can only blame myself tho. anyways if you want to talk more hit me up.
Soak that in for a second.
Now take a look at his picture.
This may be, outside of a German bathhouse, the GAYEST THING THAT HAS EVER EXISTED IN DENIAL OF ITSELF. WHY in God's name DID YOU TELL ME ALL OF THIS? WHY?! And I'm not even going to get into the didactics of dissecting this image. Anyone in a 7th grade gym class can break down the insipid head tilt, the fact that I think he's either in a mall or Navy Pier, and THAT DRINK.
I wish you guys could see his eyes. They stare into the glitteriest caves of your soul and whisper "Can I try on your bra?"
So I had a fun thing to share at bars and parties with my friends for a few months, and people asked to hear his message again and again. And since time had passed, I sadly resigned myself to thinking the heartbreaker known as eazyp424 he had found true love on the back alley of the internet.
But thankfully, I was WRONG.
Today I opened up my OKCupid for a quick self-esteem boost (and immediate, heroin-esque come down) only to find that the LOVE of my online dating site, ERIC aka EAZYP424 had sent me a message! Oh, my heart was a flutter as in a Victorian coming-of-age novel, as my foppish suitor tried yet again to convince me of his sexuality.
And friends
I was not disappointed.
whats up I'm Eric I live in boys town and get into a lot of crazy situations get hit on a lot by guys not really interested but I'm open minded so I might be bi lol I work hard and like to party on my off time lol but more relaxed partying with a few people at a local bar or my place I have a lot of tattoos and a couple piercings if you want I'm just a real person trying to meet someone real lol you can hit me up
The lack of punctuation. The brutal honesty. The fact that he'd forgotten he'd sent me a message previously and this appears to be a copy and pasted revision of the previous. The lol's. I'm baffled the Dating Website Genie only gave us a 14% match. But an admittance that perhaps, just perhaps, there was some self realization in the past two months. Maybe a quiet, resolved blow-job outside Cocktail. A quick kiss at the Jackhammer. Brunch.
I almost wrote to remind him that he's already tried once, as did several of my boyfriends in high school, to convince me of his waning heterosexuality, but decided it was a much better idea to share with you, friend.
So that's what I've done today. Nearly a college graduate, I spent 2 hours watching Maury, one hour drawing a Native American riding a camel until I realized I'd forgotten the intended joke of said illustration, and then I came here to regale you with the sad, fucking, sad state of my life. 25, magnet for closeted gay men and feelin' fine.
Til next time, internet. I love you.
So that's what I've done today. Nearly a college graduate, I spent 2 hours watching Maury, one hour drawing a Native American riding a camel until I realized I'd forgotten the intended joke of said illustration, and then I came here to regale you with the sad, fucking, sad state of my life. 25, magnet for closeted gay men and feelin' fine.
Til next time, internet. I love you.