Howdy Ghostfans…
Hip-Mutha-F*ckin-Hooray, the erections are over….wait, no…we weren’t talking about Cialis were we?
I mean the ELECTIONS are over…but now that I think about it…we’re all still kind of getting screwed, so maybe the erections aren’t gone?
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Anyhoo…I’ve weighed in before on dating. Life has changed a ton since I first dove into the dating pool way back in the day…and in the mid-to-late-90′s, online dating probably started in the chat rooms. Can I get a shout out from the peeps who remember “A/S/L?”
Back then, my PC never got a break from downloading porn…unless I kicked everyone out to write a paper…then, my roommate had popped to order cable and had the Playboy channel, so our room was pretty popular.
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(Add in that there was usually about a gallon of vodka in that sumb*tch at any given time, and Ghost and the Cobra had it going on.)
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(If you know where I went to school….you’d know that this is total bullsh*t…there weren’t that many good looking girls at that school…hell, in that entire town….we’d have had to road trip to our rival school to line up this many hotties.)
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This was back when AOL and Netscape were running things. I can remember coming into my room after football or track practice…or from hanging out on the Co-Ed floor below us, and that damn ‘Little Porn Engine That Could’ would have several guys crowded around it. (HS graduation gift from the parents…most kids had to head across campus to the computer lab to write papers. There were maybe three computers total on my floor and maybe five or six in the whole dorm building.)
These bastards could pick the lock on my door with a driver’s license or credit card, and they’d hit the search engines. Back then, it took forever for images to download. So, you’d hear them screaming down the halls… Mike found naked pics of Alyssa Milano…So about 5 to ten minutes later, there’d be 5 to 10 guys huddled around the 13″ monitor…waiting as line by line was slowly revealed..like an old school peep show….Sometimes they’d get a hit, and a cheer would erupt…other times….you’d hear…That’s NOT Alyssa Milano, SON OF A B*TCH!!!!…..Hey, check to see if Christina Applegate has any nude pics…
(These ladies were hot, before Ghost even knew what that meant…and they’re still damn fine looking today…)
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Forget cell phones…pagers hadn’t even gotten big yet. Hell no, you were dialing 1-800 numbers and using calling cards for 5 to 10 cents a minute.
There was always one poor bastard on the suite phone…EVERY DAMN NIGHT…calling that girl from home…hours this fool would be at it….’I love you too, babe’….’I miss you too, babe’….Then he’d trot downstairs to spend the night in the Turkish/Jewish/Romanian/Filipino/Catholic/Nigerian/Whatever Flavor of the Month girl’s room on the co-ed floor below us….that bastard.
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(What up, Snowbunny?)
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(Ghost, what the hell does all of that have to do with online dating?)
Shut your face, infidel! I’m getting there.
Putting a picture on the internet required a scanner. These flat, large…very slow devices. The age of camera phones and instant web embarrassment were light years away at this point.
So, doctored photos and BS profiles weren’t even at issue yet. So, I’ve seen a lot of sh*t, and people used to strike up conversations in chat rooms and leave their spouses without a Facebook page or Online dating profile to screen.
When things hit me today, I worry that it’s because I’m old, and those old stories are fun to tell..so suck it…anyway, here goes…
So….
No wait, that’s not right…
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Okay, so I’m checking out this online dating thing, and I’m wanting to talk about the “goals” section.
Now some sites are geared towards finding specific kinds of girls: Fat ones, short ones, skinny ones, dark ones, light ones, ones that look like girls…but have boy parts, etc…
That’s not what I’m talking about.
What I’m talking about is the ‘Relationship Goal’ portion of the dating profile…and specifically the following options:
Hang-out
Short-term
Long-term
Dating
Friends
Intimate Encounter/Casual Sex
Casual Dating/Nothing Serious
Actively Pursuing a Relationship
Marriage
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Well, starting with the bottom…Marriage…(shudder)…When I see this on a woman’s profile, I hear, “I need to get married NOW, and start hatching babies.”
Sorry, but that sh*t scares the hell out of me, and just about every guy I know. You’d better be a solid 8, 9 or 10 to post that on your profile and still get inquiries.
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Intimate Encounter/Casual Sex…well, at first glance, you’d think that every guy would hop at this chance…but this reeks fishily of an Admiral Ackbar:
Is this a trick? Could a woman possibly be only interested in one thing? I have been hearing such things….however, most guys are immediately going to jump to the next conclusion: This chick is dirty.
Like an STD factory….or as we call them back home…chicks you’d meet downtown…(Unfortunately, the stats don’t lie, and about 1 in 3 adults back home are carrying around a ‘love bug’. Shout out to my boy, Nose…and those skanks he loves so dear!)
(Remember, Chitlins…Like Ms. F.O.B. says: Herpes is forever.)
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Hang out/Friends…
So what the hell is this option even doing on an online dating site? Really? I know plenty of people to “hang out with”. I have plenty of friends…well, there are many different kinds of friends…some who come over and take care of your pets when you’re out of town, friends you drink with, friends you play sports with, friends with benefits….
This just confuses me. I have plenty of friends. This is not the guy you’re looking for. Move along. Move along.
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Short-term vs. Long-term…
More confusing crap. Short term…didn’t I cover this under “Intimate Encounter/Casual Sex”? How short is short term? For the night? For the weekend? A month? 90 days? What’s the shelf life for a “short term” relationship?
Are there special requirements for pursuing one of these? Like do I need to have a terminal illness? Or be relocating, and just looking for something to help me get through til the move? Is there a permit or note I have to get from my doctor?
Oooh, or are they for like special events? I’d like to lose my virginity. I’d like a hot chick for a one night meaningful relationship, that I’ll never forget.
Or, I have a wedding to go to, would like hot, redhead for romantic steamy weekend at the beach. Relationship duration: Approximately 72 hours.
Can this thing be contracted? Okay, so there may be potential for this “Short Term” thing.
Then what the hell is “Long Term”?
And are the penalties for early withdrawal…like with banks and investments?
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(No he didn’t, dumbass…he said ‘Early Withdrawal’…but that sort of means taking it out early.
Heheheheh, nevermind. He just said ‘Pulling Out’ all smart like.)
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How long is long enough? 6 months? A year? 5 years? 20? This type of sh*t really needs to be laid out up front, because if you’re thinking: Til death do us part, and I’m thinking: Til I grow tired of her and blast her into space. We may have a problem.
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Casual Dating/Nothing Serious…
So let me get this straight? You want me to make an effort, call, talk, text, whatever. You want me to take you out to dinner, a movie, a concert, whatever. But, you’re not really looking for anything other than that?
Hit the bricks, freeloader…You’re as bad as guys who just tell girls whatever they want to hear, so they can have sex.
(Yes, you’re a dirty, worthless pile of garbage…just like a politician.)
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Which brings me to my last one:
Actively Pursuing a Relationship/Wants a Relationship
Is this the difference between sitting around b*tching about wanting to go on a date? Versus actually going out and meeting people to make it happen?
Or is ‘Actively Pursuing’ the key, sinister phrase?
When you google actively pursuing, these are your results:
Okay, I can deal with this.
Getting less okay with this…
More disturbing….yet, I’m a little turned on…
…And there it is! I’ve never met you, And you seem crazy, You creep me the f*ck out, Don’t stalk me, lady!!!
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Well, there you have it. Hope this helps…to either get you a date….or keep you outta jail you damn stalkers!
Til next time…Same Ghost Time…(Whenever the hell I get around to it…)Same Ghost Channel!
Ghost out…











