Note: If you haven't read yesterday's post, then you'll be a little disconnected but you can proceed anyway.
So Ahmed, 35, sent a messaged me last night. His message was an ok icebreaker, except that it was written in poor English. It's not like I'm the queen of spelling or a grammar whiz, but when you use "gonna" without an "am" , and "not sure too" instead of "either", umm, you sort of turn me off instantly. So what does that make me? A picky bitch!
Well, yes I am picky, but certainly I am not a bitch. Which reminds me, who was the idiot that came up with the theory that we decrease our high standards of beau-selection as we grow older? I heard that so many times, but I feel its a ridiculous concept. As we grow older, our standards get higher and higher. We've tried and failed so many times before that we're not ready to go through failure again. If he's not at least why settle? You know!
Back to the main point, so I am picky. So with my Tinder experiment, I'm not really swapping through pics looking for Mr. handsome. Actually, I think I expected pics to be fun, exciting, hopefully showing a bit of character, and not repulsive looks-wise. But what I'm finding are people with random photos that say nothing about them and no bio. Why would I like you?
Shared interest are rubbish to be honest, most of my Facebook likes are brands I follow for work. If someone checks them out, they'd say I'm a mother of 12!
Now common friends is tricky; sometimes it actually is a turn-off (and I'm sure its mutual), when you see someone and you go like "You're friends with THAT guy! No thank you!". But that makes me stop and wonder if I have to clean up my own Facebook friends' list. But also, not having anyone common at all, is also tricky, because ideally, to be in the same socio-economic circle, you're bound to have someone in common, no?
So that brings me to what I've been thinking about regarding Ahmed-the-bad-grammar-dude. Although he may be a French speaker for example, with English not being his "good" language, he may also be a shopping assistant at Mango where I shop, no? And yes, I'm a classist when it comes to meeting the special someone. Is shopping-assistant-Ahmed the guy I want to dress up and go out to dinner with? Nope. Not just for class, but I really am looking for someone intellectually stimulating (and bad grammar is not an indication for that!).
But then again, I'm sure many girls also meet the intellectually stimulating guy who we "friend-zone" immediately. I still can't explain it, but sometimes , I meet someone, and in my head I go "Please don't fall in love with me, I'm gonna hurt you". And I do meet these nice guys and end up being attracted to @$$holes. Why? Beats me, if you figure out a theory, please share.
So what am I still doing on Tinder, I don't know! Hoping, I guess, for that unicorn to show up.
So Ahmed, 35, sent a messaged me last night. His message was an ok icebreaker, except that it was written in poor English. It's not like I'm the queen of spelling or a grammar whiz, but when you use "gonna" without an "am" , and "not sure too" instead of "either", umm, you sort of turn me off instantly. So what does that make me? A picky bitch!
Well, yes I am picky, but certainly I am not a bitch. Which reminds me, who was the idiot that came up with the theory that we decrease our high standards of beau-selection as we grow older? I heard that so many times, but I feel its a ridiculous concept. As we grow older, our standards get higher and higher. We've tried and failed so many times before that we're not ready to go through failure again. If he's not at least why settle? You know!
Back to the main point, so I am picky. So with my Tinder experiment, I'm not really swapping through pics looking for Mr. handsome. Actually, I think I expected pics to be fun, exciting, hopefully showing a bit of character, and not repulsive looks-wise. But what I'm finding are people with random photos that say nothing about them and no bio. Why would I like you?
Shared interest are rubbish to be honest, most of my Facebook likes are brands I follow for work. If someone checks them out, they'd say I'm a mother of 12!
Now common friends is tricky; sometimes it actually is a turn-off (and I'm sure its mutual), when you see someone and you go like "You're friends with THAT guy! No thank you!". But that makes me stop and wonder if I have to clean up my own Facebook friends' list. But also, not having anyone common at all, is also tricky, because ideally, to be in the same socio-economic circle, you're bound to have someone in common, no?
So that brings me to what I've been thinking about regarding Ahmed-the-bad-grammar-dude. Although he may be a French speaker for example, with English not being his "good" language, he may also be a shopping assistant at Mango where I shop, no? And yes, I'm a classist when it comes to meeting the special someone. Is shopping-assistant-Ahmed the guy I want to dress up and go out to dinner with? Nope. Not just for class, but I really am looking for someone intellectually stimulating (and bad grammar is not an indication for that!).
But then again, I'm sure many girls also meet the intellectually stimulating guy who we "friend-zone" immediately. I still can't explain it, but sometimes , I meet someone, and in my head I go "Please don't fall in love with me, I'm gonna hurt you". And I do meet these nice guys and end up being attracted to @$$holes. Why? Beats me, if you figure out a theory, please share.
So what am I still doing on Tinder, I don't know! Hoping, I guess, for that unicorn to show up.
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