Yeah why pay for porn or dating site when you can buy a burger shake fries w that??
I pity all you sob's cause you probably don't have a landlady as hot as my landlady. If I'm here long enough def gonna try and get it. Damn.
Wait a minute, not done. I've got a big crap coming on I think. Yeah, oh f88k here it comes.. ugghhhhhhh
So, yeah looks are great. But when we say looks, there is a lot of different factors that are implied under that. Personality, for me, is part of looks. The way they move, the way they talk and the quirks and dimples and asymmetries that make a person charming. Earth day, last month for instance, I thought I was falling into another ring of fire for a couple weeks there while I made the transition into a new job and new place. For my trial day and interview then the first thing I noticed was her shape and daintiness and her streaks of grey hair. Later, it's the cutest wittle voice and the lisp that gets me and by this point any bodily proximity at all to this girl and my mind goes blank and my dick starts discharging and I feel like I'm going insane. . . of course, life being the giant killjoy that it is, the week I actually started work I realize that we don't click at all and we come from completely different upbringings and opposite sides of the country and basically there is not enough chemistry. Basically I would love to have met this girl in a bar or at a gig or whatever, right, but it probably would not be leading to anything substantial. But maybe it would have. And this is work and work fouls things like that up terribly, and if it doesn't then 9 times out of 10 it won't last.
But you don't get that same wild alignment of circumstances and odd details that spark this insane animalistic drive that creates an atmosphere for serious bonding.. on the internet. You just don't. Letters aren't enough, nor pictures or emoticons. Not unless you're a fucking robot, right? There are other languages and signs and symptoms and a whole array of senses and tenses and nuances that must needs be present all at the same time.. the stars and planets must align yo ufeel me? And I feel like this with the plenty of fish and the harmony and the tinder, they're based on the presumption that compatibility is rational or quantifiable and that love is something that is static, like a color or a number or something, right? Like, everyone wants love (okay, maybe), and everyone thinks love is this and it's that and it's precisely this (nope). It's not. It's a blanket term, a giant umbrella that is probably one of the most ambiguous Fing umbrellas in the Latin world.
CIRCUMSTANCE people. Circumstance! there is no circumstance, there is no magic on the internet, in the rational world, in the paperwork, in marriage, there's no spunk in that chapel, there's no ingenuity there's no sponteniety in this artificial compatibility of "interests" and "hobbies" and drink yes no drugs yes no pets yes no. F that. compatibility is based on circumstance alone and I don't think that is anything that is reducible to common factors like religion and hopes. People don't even Fing know what they want, and when they get what it is they think they want they find that it isn't even Fing remotely what they'd expected or some such right? They have no idea what theyi're about, for the most part. Sex is an experiment, it's an impromptu streak into the forest, a leap in the dark, a base jump, a jailbreak, a murder. Real bonds are not made so easily. It takes the intricate hand of chance to weave real attraction and real love. And all these scheming internet pieces of sh** thinking they going to bridge the chasm sitting on they ass and browsing faces and traits and narratives, god bless and godspeed cause I'm a damn far sight better off going my way and finding what I find living and doing things and being the fullest and angriest and craziest and blindest that I can be out there in the world. And I don't want any of that match making crap. I know what I want and the rest of them can lick my salty balls, know what I mean?
Why make it so complicated. If you know what you know when you know it and you are old enough to know better and mature enough to know what that entails and what it is that really gets you going, you are better off than all these sad f88ks cruising the magic hour glass of nudes and icons, on twitter or that imgur stuff or facebook w/e.
I say leave the internet out of it, is all. And if you're really that desperate then go masturbate for godsake. It's called selfcest and there is no harm no foul.
