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As one of the last single girls in my circle of women, I wanna load the world with true stories... Opening Pandora's box!

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

To meet or not to meet


The dark and dingy back street dealings of online dating has me feeling like I’m buying a bankie in the lane behind my old high school. It’s exciting, dangerous, funny, interesting and let me add, somewhat pathetic. It’s for the hopeful, desperate and adventurous. The site is my dealer, me being the dragon chasing junky prowling for a fix. It’s been 3 months since I accidentally stumbled onto an awesome dating site, “mistakenly” sent to me by my aunt. Perhaps she is trying to tell me something (“,). But that’s a whole other blog!

My experience has not only been strange and scary, but also so unbelievably funny that I now have the site automatically open with my browser. Online dating offers a little something for everyone from the predator, to the seeker of love to the down and dirty, let’s just fuck personality. From intimately emotional virtual relationships to mid day hotel shags. It’s all about your preferences and current needs. And since there are thousands of potential suitors to choose from, initially it’s a bit superficial, a sort or filtering system. Love lists are applied and first and foremost you don’t even preview the “About Me” unless he is attractive. In this case a simple formula can be applied:

Tall + dark + hot = iamwillingtoshag

What’s tough is figuring out what I actually wanted from this virtual platter of penis. Did I want only sex, was I looking for a way to meet people (you know, grow my social playground) or was I looking for the ONE? So I didn’t answer that question for myself, instead I went with the flow. Yip trial and error. It was my mission to meet or to interact with as many men as possible. And let me just add that being a virtual slut has been pretty good for the ego and has made me very assertive. I can now say exactly what I want and how I want it and if my needs are not met there are at least 500 other penis’ on this platter that is willing to humour me! But obviously you have to sort the freaks from the fabulous. And talking about freaks, the world is not left wanting. I have been asked to send pics of my biscuits and boobs. A very popular question is “what is your bra size?” oh and how could I forget “is your pussy wet?”, “are you a virgin”. The latter being my all time favourite. I have been told that I am loved more than any other in their lives and I was asked for money. I put it all down to this virtual reality making people extraordinarily bold. Say it to my face en dan praat ons!

This non face to face confidence has a huge affect on the pace of this sort of relationship. And I know that we live in the here and now and everything is accelerated to the speed of light, but so much is lost online. The intimacy of hands brushing, the tingle of someone sitting so close you can feel the heat of their body, the humour and excitement of sitting across from each other and your legs touching. Whatever happened to the wooing effect, the romance, the first time hands are held and the first kiss? I feel this is very important to the building of that story that is your relationship. The one thing that I find the same in dating, whether it’s done from my PC, bedroom or a coffee shop is that you won’t get what you want unless you say what you want. And like any other kind of dating, expectations should be made known and instincts should be trusted, in this case yours is most important!!

So I guess I will stay online and I will talk to random strangers for hours and go on a million dates until I find what I am looking for. The difference between today and 3 months ago is that now I know what it is that I want on my penis platter. Wish me luck!