<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:59:23.135-05:00</updated><category term='giveaway ahoy'/><category term='free porn'/><category term='does this ever work?'/><category term='decisions decisions'/><category term='answer does not fit the question'/><category term='ama&apos;s best of craigslist'/><category term='pet names that don&apos;t work'/><category term='B Homosexual'/><category term='can has electric sheep?'/><category term='pedobear says TOO OLD'/><category term='power of positive thinking in action'/><category term='douchenozzle'/><category term='snark'/><category term='i&apos;ll take misogynist for 100 alex'/><category term='a good one? lies'/><category term='pre-marital hanky panky'/><category term='profile fail'/><category term='i like the feel of silk'/><category term='movie reviews for cheap'/><category term='tee hee hee'/><category term='boring profile is boring'/><category term='checkered by incompetence'/><category term='o canadia'/><category term='textual healing'/><category term='et no phone home'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='holy wall of text batman'/><category term='I do not have a complex'/><category term='dude wait what'/><category term='it&apos;s just the internet'/><category term='book reviews for cheap'/><category term='i cant tipe'/><category term='blast from the past'/><category term='who&apos;s got a poopy diaper?'/><category term='profile translation'/><category term='the science of dating'/><category term='from across the pond'/><category term='dicked by meat'/><category term='english motherfucker do you speak it?'/><category term='boo hiss'/><category term='tmi'/><category term='speed dating'/><category term='my god it&apos;s full of capslock'/><category term='this is why I&apos;m celibate'/><category term='you look like an alien'/><category term='wat?'/><category term='what&apos;s under your kilt?'/><category term='cuddling'/><category term='have you met grammar?'/><category term='sometimes honesty hurts'/><category term='hubris'/><category term='script ftw'/><category term='from across the other pond'/><category term='fail'/><category term='fetish ahoy'/><category term='best foot forward?'/><category term='inappropriate'/><category term='mmm...feet...'/><title type='text'>The Rotten Fish of the Sea</title><subtitle type='html'>They say that there are plenty of fish in the sea. Unfortunately, what they don't say is that most of them are anglerfish, hammerheads, flounders, and other bottom feeders. We're two girls on a voyage; glad to have you on board.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-5621703608014401288</id><published>2011-12-15T08:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T08:19:08.895-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best foot forward?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power of positive thinking in action'/><title type='text'>A Beginner's Primer on Pickup Lines: Lesson I, Using the Same Line on Different Women for Fun and Profit</title><content type='html'>So, the first message I got wasn't really that interesting. Mr. I'm Totes Creative wrote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thought you'd enjoy a unique sunrise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UZSilGwPkMk/TunxIzZ3gvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/F7GYHcLYRt4/s1600/smileysunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UZSilGwPkMk/TunxIzZ3gvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/F7GYHcLYRt4/s320/smileysunrise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686341138071913202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As far as first attempts go, that's not so bad. Not really worth posting about. It's a picture I've seen a myriad of times, so it's not particularly creative, but eh...were I still single, I probably would have responded back to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got a follow-up five days later. No picture this time, just the text, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I offered to buy you something important, like a gumball, would you refuse?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is weird in a cute way and still not necessarily post-worthy except that when I logged into Facebook this morning, I see this as one of my friend's statuses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;[Random OKCupid dude]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If I offered to buy you something important, like a gumball, would you refuse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What's important about a gumball?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;[Random OKCupid dude]: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is a sphere, similar to the earth. As a symbol of all that is beautiful, its importance should be respected in a similar manner as a tic-tac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, of course, logged into OKC and verified that it was actually the same guy which, OF COURSE, it is (she had a picture of him posted in the comments to the FB status). I accidentally clicked on the guy's profile which has garnered yet another message from him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Find me an aardvark and I might respond.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUDE. You have responded to me THREE TIMES without me responding to you. Anyone want to give me a suggestion of how I should respond to this request for an aardvark?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-5621703608014401288?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5621703608014401288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/12/beginners-primer-on-pickup-lines-lesson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/5621703608014401288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/5621703608014401288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/12/beginners-primer-on-pickup-lines-lesson.html' title='A Beginner&apos;s Primer on Pickup Lines: Lesson I, Using the Same Line on Different Women for Fun and Profit'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UZSilGwPkMk/TunxIzZ3gvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/F7GYHcLYRt4/s72-c/smileysunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-1747173774193813655</id><published>2011-10-13T22:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T22:36:32.321-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tee hee hee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power of positive thinking in action'/><title type='text'>Deeply, Deeply in My Soul</title><content type='html'>So...there's this theory that once a person acquires a significant other, they become significantly more attractive to the opposite sex. Whether it's an unconscious increase in confidence or pheromones or whatever, it apparently carries over to the Internet because since I got a boyfriend back in May, I've gotten absolutely no idiots sending messages to my inbox...or at least none worth posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is both depressing and impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until, of course, I got a message from this guy who I'll admit was probably just trying to amuse me, it still came off as a touch on the creepy side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You used the word tenterhooks in a dating site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT. IS. AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought you should know how I felt about that. It feel it very deeply in my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope it was just his soul he felt it deeply in and not...er...anywhere else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-1747173774193813655?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1747173774193813655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/10/deeply-deeply-in-my-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/1747173774193813655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/1747173774193813655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/10/deeply-deeply-in-my-soul.html' title='Deeply, Deeply in My Soul'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-2926247496037992931</id><published>2011-09-30T23:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T23:34:32.136-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tee hee hee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boo hiss'/><title type='text'>Plato Was Sexy, However...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so this isn't really a Rotten Fish, but it's from a Craigslist ad, it made me giggle, and we haven't updated in a while, so I'm sharing it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this under the "strictly platonic" section of the Atlanta Craigslist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lets Stay Warm Tonite! Sexy Black Fem Seeking Sexy Black Fem! - w4w - 27 (EastSide)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sexy and Single Black Fem is looking for her cuddle buddy!... Its getting cold outside, but we can stay in and make some good heat! I want to make this a 1 on 1.... No BBW please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to hear from you tonite! Im in the Lithonia/Stn Mtn area! Put WARM PUSSY in the subject line. SO I know that you are real. Talk to you soon!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the reason why this is hilarious, please see &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Platonic_love"&gt;this Wikipedia entry&lt;/a&gt;. I'll be here at home, snuggling my cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-2926247496037992931?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/2926247496037992931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/09/plato-was-sexy-however.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/2926247496037992931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/2926247496037992931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/09/plato-was-sexy-however.html' title='Plato Was Sexy, However...'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-8915007028148963108</id><published>2011-08-24T09:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T09:43:42.228-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can has electric sheep?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best foot forward?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><title type='text'>Selling Yourself: How Not to Do It</title><content type='html'>I got a message from OKCupid that someone had messaged me, so I signed in to see if it was anything worth posting. It wasn't, really, but there was another message that hadn't triggered my e-mail alert because the person didn't pass my filters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably because he lives in Tucson, AZ which OKCupid tells me is 2,064 miles from my current location. That's about all I know about the guy because his profile is completely empty...no, wait, scratch that. I know he never does drugs. See? Now we're best buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His message to me was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your profile sounds so normal.. except for killing aloe.  There really  isnt a reason for me to message you, especially since I use the word  isnt, but I was looking around for people that play warcraft and you  sound like someone I would get along with.. some of the time anyway...  maybe on Friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read it once. I read it twice. I read it three times before it hit me what bugged me about it: He's said that there's no reason for him to message me, so why would I bother messaging him back? I thought the point of these sites was to sell yourself so that the opposite (or same, actually) sex was interested in you, not to point out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that eh, it wouldn't work out anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I maintain that my ability to kill aloe plants really isn't the least normal thing about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-8915007028148963108?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/8915007028148963108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/08/selling-yourself-how-not-to-do-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/8915007028148963108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/8915007028148963108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/08/selling-yourself-how-not-to-do-it.html' title='Selling Yourself: How Not to Do It'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-8725996766170694852</id><published>2011-06-04T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T19:47:42.223-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speed dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s just the internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><title type='text'>The Request.</title><content type='html'>OMG HI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been disenchanted with online dating lately, hence the lack of posting. But here's a story for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an email saying someone had added me to their favorites on OkCupid. I was in the middle of something, so I didn't check his profile right away. Then I got a message directly from him, so I figured I'd read it. On my way to doing so, I got a friend request on Facebook from some random guy. Understandably, I was a little confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go to read the message...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hello. :) Judging from what I see on your profile, I'm very interested. [where I live] isn't too far I guess. If this ok cupid thing seems too lame we could connect on facebook as I'm on there everyday.(just send me the link to your page or whatever) So what do you think? You can check out my profile and if you have any questions, I'd be happy to answer them for you. (I just made my profile today as it turns out, so my apologies if its not complete)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this was the dude that just sent me the friend request. Now... I used to link to my Facebook in my OkCupid profile. I don't anymore. I do share my first name, and obviously my location. I'm not especially hard to find if you want to go looking for me on Facebook, and most of my information is private anyway. But the act of asking me if I want to connect on Facebook, and then going to add me &lt;b&gt;BEFORE&lt;/b&gt; I've answered the question... That's a little too eager for me. Not quite creepy. Just overzealous. So I replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Look... You seem like a nice guy. But I don't really appreciate you searching for me on Facebook like that without giving me a chance to even say if I was interested. That's pretty invasive. So I don't think so. But good luck with everything.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really didn't seem like a bad guy, honestly. I just didn't like him jumping the gun. That's all. But of course he had to get defensive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;lol. My apologies. It's just that your name was here, combined with being from [where I'm from] and a recognition of your face from your profile here. Sorry if that came out creepy but, I thought I'd just send a request. I'm not going to stalk you or become obsessed with you because of that. No need to overreact. lol&lt;br /&gt;That's fine if you're not interested, but you don't get to control how people respond to you here or who they choose to send requests to on facebook.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I overreacted. Overreacting is "OMG YOU CREEP I'M CALLING THE POLICE!!!" Nor did I say it was a necessarily &lt;i&gt;wrong&lt;/i&gt; thing to do. Just not something that I was fond of. And if he had just replied with, "Okay, I can understand that, let's forget about it"... Different conversation. I said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wasn't trying to control anything. You have every right to do it, and I have every right not to like it and to say so. That's all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, its just that you seemed to react a little too strongly to something that was pretty damn innocent. That's all I'm saying. So if that's all it takes to ruin this, then wow, that's amazingly shallow but whatever, if that's what you want, I'm not going to argue with you all night over it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all: How are we defining "strongly"? I was incredibly calm. Second, what is "this" that we're ruining? The nonexistent relationship we have because we literally just "met"? But how does that make me "shallow"? And where is the "argument"? SO MANY QUESTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have no plans to argue anything. It bothered me, I said it bothered me, I told you good luck, and that was that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, mercifully, that was, indeed, that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I wrong here? Am I a little too harsh? Am I just looking for reasons not to like people? Am I or am I not the walrus, goo goo g'joob?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-8725996766170694852?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/8725996766170694852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/06/request.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/8725996766170694852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/8725996766170694852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/06/request.html' title='The Request.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-9111977968977325152</id><published>2011-05-24T18:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T09:45:24.393-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blast from the past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holy wall of text batman'/><title type='text'>Er, What?</title><content type='html'>Two bizarre though not completely rotten occurrences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bizarre the First&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a message from a guy that was pretty well thought out and interesting. He expressed interest in my hobbies and mentioned some that he shared without coming off as creepy or harassing. He's looking for a nerdy, best-friend kind of girl he can play an MMO with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only problem is that he's in Redmond, WA which is...well...a fair distance from Philadelphia, PA...which he acknowledges, then goes on to say that he just moved there last August, so he doesn't have a lot of friends out there yet. You would think that instead of courting someone with "it's only a plane ride away," he'd look for someone closer. Like Seattle. Where I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guessing&lt;/span&gt; there are a few nerdy women hanging around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bizarre the Second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This message started"Long time, no chat. What's been up with you, lately?" but I didn't recognize the name. In fact, I thought it was the guy from the previous message following up after I hadn't responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vaguely remember talking to this guy, but not really. OKC tells me that the first time I messaged him was September 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah...less rotten and more leaving me with an unsettled sense of "bwuh?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-9111977968977325152?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/9111977968977325152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/05/er-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/9111977968977325152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/9111977968977325152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/05/er-what.html' title='Er, What?'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-5005515461956594832</id><published>2011-05-05T18:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T18:30:59.498-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i like the feel of silk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from across the pond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is why I&apos;m celibate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring profile is boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetish ahoy'/><title type='text'>An Unusual Fetish, Take Two (and Call Me in the Morning)</title><content type='html'>I'm in England. I should be sleeping having spent most of my day walking around Stratford-upon-Avon, not checking my OKC account, but sometimes I just can't help myself. I don't even know what possessed me to even type in the address in my browser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my surprise (or complete lack thereof) to find a message from &lt;a href="http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/01/unusual-fetish-ad-nauseum.html"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt; and his desire to discuss his fetish only this time, he's a little more quick to the point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey there! How are you? Do you have a BP cuff? Would you like to talk on Yahoo/Skype?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, as a friend of mine said, "Yeah, I totally have a blood pressure cuff.  Who doesn't?" I could hear the sarcasm across the Atlantic Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what really gets me is that the guy is from North Carolina. I'm (usually) in Pennsylvania. We're not particularly well matched on OKC's rating system. How the heck did he find me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;twice&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-5005515461956594832?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5005515461956594832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/05/unusual-fetish-take-two-and-call-me-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/5005515461956594832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/5005515461956594832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/05/unusual-fetish-take-two-and-call-me-in.html' title='An Unusual Fetish, Take Two (and Call Me in the Morning)'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-5748447766095416266</id><published>2011-04-24T19:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T19:59:43.126-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speed dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchenozzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tmi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best foot forward?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profile fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetish ahoy'/><title type='text'>BDSMwhat?</title><content type='html'>I logged onto OKCupid for the first time in forever this evening and saw that I had a message. Usually, messages get sent to my e-mail, too, so I was a little confused until I saw that it was just someone saving my profile as a favorite. Curious, I went to his profile to see what I could see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second paragraph of his "My self-summary" section threw me off for a second because it was a little odd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;***Other sections below elaborate on intent and talk a little about me. Please read the last half to get to know me a bit better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of paragraphs later, it continues with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Again. Please read the entire profile. This is a great forum to get it all out there so to speak. You can't say the things I am saying here when you first meet a girl. That said... read the end to get to know me a bit better outside of the 'top' of this profile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O...kay. Yes, I'm going to read the whole profile, but why are you so insistent, dude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we go into the bedroom to fuck this is what you should expect:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Well, that was...er...unexpected, but please, tell me what I should expect when we...go into the bedroom to fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All discipline will be enforced in the bedroom... outside the bedroom I am very laid back... but would love to explore a D/s relationship.. ;) I enjoy rough kinky sex. I am very controlling in bed and am looking for a total service whore in bed. Outside of bed... good times always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would love to "explore" a D/s relationship? Much of the profile goes on with exactly how the woman should expect to be spanked, do as she's told, and perform as a "total whore." This goes on for...well...if I printed it out, I'd say it'd take up a good two pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You should expect to be fucked up your ass if you can accommodate me. If you can not your ass will be teased and fingered a bit. It will be nice if we get along and get close/tested to come in your ass every now and then. You will also be expected to take cum on your face and lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but class this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, really, I don't see anything morally or ethically or even sexually wrong with BDSM; it's more that his profile switches from the above to stuff like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am very skilled in mathematics and computer sciences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...then back to this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*You should be very submissive in the bedroom. You should be clean and intelligent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...without so much as a how's your father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after his several paragraph description of how, exactly, she's going to take it, he hardly bothers to fill out any of the other fields. For example, his "I'm really good at" section?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm kinda complicated with all the things I do to make a living. All totally legal :) ... I may spread myself a bit thin... but I make good cash. Word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word indeed, sir. I think, however, that I shall pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-5748447766095416266?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5748447766095416266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/04/bdsmwhat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/5748447766095416266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/5748447766095416266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/04/bdsmwhat.html' title='BDSMwhat?'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-7978240520420417476</id><published>2011-03-07T19:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T19:56:28.882-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet names that don&apos;t work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best foot forward?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english motherfucker do you speak it?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='have you met grammar?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><title type='text'>Things to Not Call Your Partner, Part Eleventy Billion</title><content type='html'>I am a big fan of nicknames. I give them out like candy.  I once called an ex "my sweet petunia" so much his sister started calling him it. My coworkers know I'm referring to my dad when I say I need to call "My Joe." Through sheer force of will, I even got a friend to let me (AND ONLY ME) call him PJ even though he hates it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been called a lot of things, too (don't laugh). I don't flinch when I'm called sweetie, cutie, darling, sexy, etc, etc etc. I still think the best one was when my (now ex-)fiancé&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; accidentally called my best friend "sugar tits" because she answered my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are some nicknames that are not endearing. For example, I got the following message in my inbox over the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cutie :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whats good knuckle head...i read your page...I guess your not boring! Why dont you check me out,after wards say HI or something...you'll be glad you did....HEY! and if your good...ill tell you my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Knuckle head?" Really? That's his line? A+ for creativity, but minus several thousand points for insulting someone he's trying to attract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minus several thousand more points for offering me a "reward" for "being good." Things I am not include, but are not limited to, a small child, a puppy, a verybadkittengetoffmylapwhileI'mtryingtotypecatasdfjkl;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, finally, minus ten points from Hufflepuff for my not boring. He should probably stop before he accidentally the whole thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-7978240520420417476?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7978240520420417476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/03/things-to-not-call-your-partner-part.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/7978240520420417476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/7978240520420417476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/03/things-to-not-call-your-partner-part.html' title='Things to Not Call Your Partner, Part Eleventy Billion'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-5031602342459371940</id><published>2011-02-27T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T17:50:33.263-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best foot forward?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holy wall of text batman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power of positive thinking in action'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedobear says TOO OLD'/><title type='text'>Deja view.</title><content type='html'>Back in July, I encountered &lt;a href="http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-seen-on-tv.html"&gt;this guy.&lt;/a&gt; Form message, pornstache, way too old, possibly a con artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's now on OkCupid, and he found me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First he sends me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ode to evaluate,how's AA kenya gourmet coffee....you &amp; me at my custom home,down a ways on parker st.,assuredly you'd have nothing to fear,I'm an esteemed buisness man,and,homeowner.b n touch for phone # and dir.Peter.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ode to evaluate"? Huh? His dislike of the space bar is frustrating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In situations like these, I wonder if it might be slightly amusing to get an address, then send a large man over in my place. Or a coyote. Because I can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, five minutes later, I receive the following familiar message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think if you saw me in person you'd say woaw,he's attr. &amp; in good shape though a triathalon is just the kind of fitness level I lack,elyptical,bowflex,etc,I am usually occupied in...my muse would be appealing to me,as I have a 1200 sq. ft. gym in my home,perhaps I can entice you with one day,however,I liked your ad &amp; I think, feel ,demonstrate &amp; represent a much younger and energetic gentlman,generally I enjoy the company af a younger gal,as my stamina &amp; endurance are a drive only the young can appreciate,so love your attitude &amp; look....call me sweetie and lets see how well we relate to one another.Peter two three seven ninety sixty one,so b n touch&lt;br /&gt;Where,Personality,Charisma &amp; Emotion,shine through...I certainly,speak forwardly,open &amp; honest,I am an outgoing gentlman with Style,Class,and consider myself a kindred soul.I am open to new idea's,and enjoy exploring local destinations of interest...........creativly caring for my home inside and out,operating my buisness's and living healthfully,takes up lots of time my two daughters are a great part of my life though now both high schoolers,they are far from an oppressive tie and are usually off on their own....so I'm searching for that special gal,with........yes,a heart of gold,to share my time with.relaxing fully and fully being active,it seems we could enhance each others life,as I am ready to settle down with the right gal,bye for now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little longer than the last time, but just as poorly written and, frankly, kinda creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if any women responded to this. Honestly. But judging by the fact that I've seen this message twice on two different dating websites...I'm guessing that's a no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-5031602342459371940?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5031602342459371940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/02/deja-view.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/5031602342459371940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/5031602342459371940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/02/deja-view.html' title='Deja view.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-8778910512365896399</id><published>2011-02-26T19:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T20:02:14.475-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tee hee hee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best foot forward?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='script ftw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><title type='text'>A Little Weirdness for Your Saturday Night</title><content type='html'>I am not entirely sure why &lt;a href="http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-long-for-thee-my-pendulous-parakeet.html"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt; decided that he'd IM me again after I hadn't responded the first time, but luckily for all of us, he caught me when I was sitting at my computer. Here are some choice snippets from our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mistaken Identity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HolyMexicoBatman&lt;/span&gt;: do you speak spanish as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HolyMexicoBatman&lt;/span&gt;: don`t mind if i became in your spanish tutor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HolyMexicoBatman&lt;/span&gt;: hey it will be a great aventure to have one beautiful spanish girl as an estudent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere in my profile does it say I'm Spanish; not even a tiny bit. If people do try to guess my ethnicity, it's usually Irish because I have blue eyes. They don't even guess &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt; and that's what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Leaps of Cognizance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HolyMexicoBatman&lt;/span&gt;: are you seeing someone at this point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: not at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HolyMexicoBatman&lt;/span&gt;: mmmmm are you ready to letting a mexican to treat you like a princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: i'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HolyMexicoBatman&lt;/span&gt;: hey... remember spring and a lot of rain is coming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HolyMexicoBatman&lt;/span&gt;: won`t you be gladd to have a big sombrero as an umbrella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were I not single, would I be on a dating website? If a tree falls in the woods, but no one was around, would it make a sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cyrano? Please Let It Be Cyrano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HolyMexicoBatman&lt;/span&gt;: ...wish i could find some one like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HolyMexicoBatman&lt;/span&gt;: so on a good beautiful nite with a brightfull moon serenate you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HolyMexicoBatman&lt;/span&gt;: and of course to admire the splendid beauty of yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My outer beauty is only eclipsed by my inner beauty...and my penchant for posting the ridiculous things men say on my website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Non Sequitur FTW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HolyMexicoBatman&lt;/span&gt;: what was for breakfast today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: yogurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HolyMexicoBatman&lt;/span&gt;: mmmmm yummy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HolyMexicoBatman&lt;/span&gt;: then you`ll must be a sweet lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HolyMexicoBatman&lt;/span&gt;: possibly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HolyMexicoBatman&lt;/span&gt;: love to experience that while having my senses together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?! I am so confused. Maybe he'll start making sense at some point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No, Wait; Still Confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HolyMexicoBatman&lt;/span&gt;: when will be my lucky day when a girl like you go out with me on a date..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HolyMexicoBatman&lt;/span&gt;: lots of ice cream in the middle of the green meadow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HolyMexicoBatman&lt;/span&gt;: just a though!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess not...though now I'm having visions of hillocks made of mint ice cream. Or green mochi. Mmm...green tea mochi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-8778910512365896399?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/8778910512365896399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/02/little-weirdness-for-your-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/8778910512365896399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/8778910512365896399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/02/little-weirdness-for-your-saturday.html' title='A Little Weirdness for Your Saturday Night'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-6851650468190526057</id><published>2011-02-22T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T15:03:11.622-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best foot forward?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is why I&apos;m celibate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english motherfucker do you speak it?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='have you met grammar?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i cant tipe'/><title type='text'>Literacy: A Lost Art.</title><content type='html'>I'm off from work today and managed to get all my errands done before noon (trust me, no one's more surprised about that than I am). So I'm just hanging around, watching a little Maury, waiting for the throngs of eligible men to send me messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead...I get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ykantireed:&lt;/b&gt; nice hair color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; uh... thanks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ykantireed:&lt;/b&gt; u welcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, that's your opening line? Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; is...that all you have to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ykantireed:&lt;/b&gt; not really u cute too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; okay then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ykantireed:&lt;/b&gt; what do u do for fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; did you read my profile or just look at the pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ykantireed:&lt;/b&gt; no i did nor read your profile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ykantireed:&lt;/b&gt; nice lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few things that annoy me more than a conversation based solely upon superficial observations. Superficial observations about anything. Small talk about the weather; statements such as "I like pie"; or a man's pathetic attempts to compliment my appearance, thinking that earns them points in my arbitrary scoring system. This is even more bothersome in the context of online dating, when I've typed multiple paragraphs of candid information about myself, so that a potential mate may learn something about me before initiating a conversation. This does not happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; nice to know I put the effort into writing that just so it can be ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ykantireed:&lt;/b&gt; i see u write a lot ab out your self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; yeah, so I can avoid being asked stupid questions. it obviously doesn't accomplish that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ykantireed:&lt;/b&gt; that's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're agreeing with me...as I'm clearly talking about you. Oblivious much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; yeah, anyway... was that it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ykantireed:&lt;/b&gt; u have a cute cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I love my cat. But come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; great, more stuff about the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ykantireed:&lt;/b&gt; so what do u up too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; being annoyed by the people who send me IMs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ykantireed:&lt;/b&gt; oh sorry about that i'm disturbe u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; wouldn't be so bad if anyone had actually bothered to learn something about me before they started a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ykantireed:&lt;/b&gt; u right about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again...you're agreeing. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ykantireed:&lt;/b&gt; can ask what is your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; ...seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ykantireed:&lt;/b&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; it's the FIRST LINE of my profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; you can't even read the first line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is literally the second word in the text of my profile. If you can't get that far, we're not a good fit. In fact, I'd prefer to sequester you on an island with others of your kind, and perhaps force sterilization upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm five for five this afternoon on "men who don't give two shits who I am and only care what I look like." Why is it I bother again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-6851650468190526057?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/6851650468190526057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/02/literacy-lost-art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/6851650468190526057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/6851650468190526057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/02/literacy-lost-art.html' title='Literacy: A Lost Art.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-8354518044425451041</id><published>2011-02-10T19:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T19:47:57.688-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet names that don&apos;t work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='script ftw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><title type='text'>I Long for Thee, My Pendulous Parakeet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My desktop is technically my gaming machine, so I generally have my headphones plugged in so that when I'm chatting on Ventrilo with my other &lt;i&gt;WoW &lt;/i&gt;delinquents, I'm not bothering the neighbors on the other side of my wall. The upshot of this is that when I'm not gaming, I tend to not have my headphones on and thus I don't always hear when someone IMs me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily for me, my lack of a response didn't particularly bother this gentleman:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;(7:23:13 pm):&lt;/b&gt; im impressed by your beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(7:23:23 pm):&lt;/b&gt; so natural.. how about your heart!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(7:23:38 pm):&lt;/b&gt; hope you have a very humble heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(7:25:01 pm): &lt;/b&gt;i want to conquer that heart of yours sexy butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(7:25:34 pm): &lt;/b&gt;just wondering do you speak another language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(7:25:36 pm):&lt;/b&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(7:26:54 pm):&lt;/b&gt; that smile that cat and that humbleness of yours makes me understand the need to admire you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(7:27:01 pm): &lt;/b&gt;sincerely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(7:27:14 pm): &lt;/b&gt;again thanks for being one beautiful girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(7:27:34 pm):&lt;/b&gt; and please have a great night of good relaxing sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(7:27:51 pm):&lt;/b&gt; adios bellissima principessa&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the record, because his profile mentioned he's Latino and that he doesn't have the best English, I asked my BFF how to say "sexy butterfly" in Spanish just to see if maybe, &lt;i&gt;maybe &lt;/i&gt;it just didn't translate well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No dice, but this is pretty hot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M4n_1otX5kM/TVSGWUIIR5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/WDwcoAA10eg/s1600/Sexy-Butterfly-Tattoo.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M4n_1otX5kM/TVSGWUIIR5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/WDwcoAA10eg/s320/Sexy-Butterfly-Tattoo.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572226356882196370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(source: &lt;a href="http://tattoos.niima.us/tag/butterfly-tattoo/page/2"&gt;http://tattoos.niima.us/tag/butterfly-tattoo/page/2&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;...so &lt;/span&gt;thank you, Google, for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-8354518044425451041?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/8354518044425451041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-long-for-thee-my-pendulous-parakeet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/8354518044425451041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/8354518044425451041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-long-for-thee-my-pendulous-parakeet.html' title='I Long for Thee, My Pendulous Parakeet'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M4n_1otX5kM/TVSGWUIIR5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/WDwcoAA10eg/s72-c/Sexy-Butterfly-Tattoo.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-3475773555807696303</id><published>2011-02-01T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T11:23:04.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Irrational is as irrational does.</title><content type='html'>I've been unenthralled with online dating as of late, hence the absence. But this guy made me laugh (in a "wow, you're psychologically messed up" way), so I had to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sent me an IM last night. (I'm not obscuring his name in any way. It's stupid too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KISS-ME-FIRST:&lt;/b&gt; hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KISS-ME-FIRST:&lt;/b&gt; nice cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; yeah, she's pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KISS-ME-FIRST:&lt;/b&gt; yeah i like black cats especially during halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; I like her all the time. if I only liked her once a year, I'd be a bad pet owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KISS-ME-FIRST:&lt;/b&gt; i use to have a cat and a dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; I had a dog for a while, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was it. Was I impressed? No. But I probably would have continued the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he sent me another IM about a half hour ago. It's snowing here in Connecticut today, so most people don't have to go to work. I, unfortunately, do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KISS-ME-FIRST:&lt;/b&gt; hey, wanna hit the casino?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; I have to work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KISS-ME-FIRST:&lt;/b&gt; how about tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; ...I do work tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; I'm not going anywhere with a stranger anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KISS-ME-FIRST:&lt;/b&gt; you're not spontaneous at all. boring, i bet you just sit there like a little prissy on a date. not what i want. do me a favor delete your account, because your just wasting space on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Okay, maybe I could see that reaction if I insulted him. I just said I didn't know him. Which, uh...I don't. Because a five minute conversation isn't really enough to not call someone a "stranger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; and tell me where I said I was spontaneous again? because I never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; sorry, I don't know anything about you, and I'm not going anywhere with you after a half of a conversation. if that's "prissy" to you, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KISS-ME-FIRST:&lt;/b&gt; i know one thing for sure you are WORTHLESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; lol, okay, thanks. you're too kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, dude? That's a meaningful world for someone with such a small brain to be using.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; if you think you're hurting my feelings, you're severely deluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KISS-ME-FIRST:&lt;/b&gt; WHAT A LOSER. OK-CUPID DELETE THIS RETARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; delete me for...? being cautious and not liking YOU? yeah, that's valid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KISS-ME-FIRST:&lt;/b&gt; i Guess i can pray that you come to your senses and delete your account ant do man kind a service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I'd be doing mankind a service by &lt;i&gt;deleting my online dating profile.&lt;/i&gt; I'm betting, by his logic, we can eliminate world hunger with a single Facebook status update. Why haven't we done this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; are you really wondering why I won't meet you? really? look at your behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to contain myself, because I really wanted to follow that with, "Look at your life! Look at your choices!" Oh, Sassy Gay Friend... Ahem, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KISS-ME-FIRST:&lt;/b&gt; listen i dont need a mommy. please do the right thing get lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; such a classic reaction to rejection. congratulations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's acting like a petulant child. I think he might actually need a mommy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KISS-ME-FIRST:&lt;/b&gt; obvious, YOU'VE NEVER WENT ON ADATE WITH A REAL MAN THEN. bye RETARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was the amusing start to my snowy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-3475773555807696303?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3475773555807696303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/02/irrational-is-as-irrational-does.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/3475773555807696303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/3475773555807696303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/02/irrational-is-as-irrational-does.html' title='Irrational is as irrational does.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-2441433306797280488</id><published>2011-01-29T01:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T01:25:55.320-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power of positive thinking in action'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from across the other pond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ama&apos;s best of craigslist'/><title type='text'>Aloha!</title><content type='html'>I'll admit it: I'm a planner. I do well with hypothetical situations. I enjoy considering twists and turns. I plan out entire conversations in my head like I'm watching a movie. I read a guy's profile and I've already considered what color my bridesmaids' dresses would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, those are all sort of up in the air, as it were. I don't actually consider the idea of any of it coming true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, it is January. This seems a little...more from the planning ahead department that even I do (from the Honolulu Craigslist):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waikiki in August - 42 (Paradise)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello, I am going to visit Hawaii in August and was hoping to find someone special to be able to go to dinner with and show me around the island and the sites. I am single and will be travelling by myself. I am 6'1, 200 pounds, caucasian and healthy. I am divorced and have 2 sons but will be going on this vacation alone. I want to be able to relax on the beach and have no worries for a change. I ultimately want to move to Hawaii and would love to see where the better places are to live. So if anyone would like to go on a blind date with a nice guy in August please write to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-2441433306797280488?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/2441433306797280488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/01/aloha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/2441433306797280488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/2441433306797280488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/01/aloha.html' title='Aloha!'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-2645256399741671201</id><published>2011-01-17T20:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T20:55:54.203-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a good one? lies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='script ftw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english motherfucker do you speak it?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='have you met grammar?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i cant tipe'/><title type='text'>Goofus and Gallant, Rotten Fish Style</title><content type='html'>Gentlemen, in the same vein as &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBVuAGFcGKY"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt;, I present a couple of rules regarding how to maintain a girl's interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #1: Be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Rule #2: Be intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;Rule #3: Don't be uninteresting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; what do you do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhibit A: &lt;/span&gt;i'm making concertinas, in a small three-person workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;what is a concertina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; a little concert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhibit A: &lt;/span&gt;a little accordion -- the little hexagonal ones they took on sailing ships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; you are building little accordions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; that is oddly fascinating. why, pray tell, are you making concertinas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhibit A:&lt;/span&gt; well, it just follows naturally from politics, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; obviously a direct link between politics and obscure musical instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...versus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhibit B:&lt;/span&gt; u like the band linking park?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhibit B:&lt;/span&gt; there great live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhibit B:&lt;/span&gt; saw them with matalica and they took the consort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rest my case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-2645256399741671201?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/2645256399741671201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/01/goofus-and-gallant-rotten-fish-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/2645256399741671201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/2645256399741671201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/01/goofus-and-gallant-rotten-fish-style.html' title='Goofus and Gallant, Rotten Fish Style'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-3811045617518760360</id><published>2011-01-15T19:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T19:56:02.847-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speed dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i like the feel of silk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I do not have a complex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='script ftw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetish ahoy'/><title type='text'>An Unusual Fetish (ad nauseum)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IveGotaFetish&lt;/span&gt;: Hey there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IveGotaFetish&lt;/span&gt;: Any guesses about my username?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: not a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IveGotaFetish&lt;/span&gt;: Do you have a BP cuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: not at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IveGotaFetish&lt;/span&gt;: Do you know how to use one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: probably not correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IveGotaFetish&lt;/span&gt;: Are you willing to explore a somewhat unusual fetish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: that usually depends on the fetish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IveGotaFetish&lt;/span&gt;: I've got a nurse / BP fetish ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IveGotaFetish&lt;/span&gt;: Would you be willing to talk about it / explore it on Yahoo or Skype?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with most fetishes, it's not what the fetish actually is, but how the guy wants to bring it up immediately. I'm a pretty open person, but it does require a certain level of trust which I'm not sure I have with someone who...well...IMs me out of the blue wanting to talk about blood pressure cuffs and nurses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From his profile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mainly just looking for a nice girl to help me explore, both through chat AND some roleplay, my rather unusual fetish. I don't really know why anyone would want to explore a fetish without some level of activity involving said fetish...... To me that's like wanting to travel the world by looking at a map. I really don't get that but whatever. I do want to learn more about it. I would also like to have some enjoyment (by way of roleplaying) during this exploration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, he seems almost too cerebral to even have a fetish. I get this vibe that he figures he should have a fetish, so he picked one and...now wants to explore it. Like a convert to a new religion who isn't quite sure what the rules are yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-3811045617518760360?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3811045617518760360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/01/unusual-fetish-ad-nauseum.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/3811045617518760360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/3811045617518760360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/01/unusual-fetish-ad-nauseum.html' title='An Unusual Fetish (ad nauseum)'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-6175953173440159928</id><published>2011-01-01T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T16:09:52.070-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who&apos;s got a poopy diaper?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what&apos;s under your kilt?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best foot forward?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inappropriate'/><title type='text'>Scatting in the New Year.</title><content type='html'>Happy 2011, kids. It's not exactly a Rotten Fish, but here's an uplifting Missed Connection to start things off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To the woman who took a shit in the Northampton parking garage. - m4w - 38 (NewYearsEve. )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this can only be going to good places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I mean, come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like 50 paces to the nearest restroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there in my car wondering what the hell you were up to - you spent at least 2 minutes scurrying around your parked car, looking to see if the coast was clear. I thought you were going to, like, break into someone else's car or something. Then I guessed you thought you were "safe" and hurried to the front of your car, near the third level stairwell, dropped your pants, squatted and WENT TO IT!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else picturing this? It's a little hilarious. Just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For Christ's sake, woman! All the time you spent looking out for passing cars so no one would see you crapping like a dog in public, you could have hustled your lazy ass downstairs and into the building and USED THE DAMNED RESTROOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell her! That's disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anyway - if you're free later, drop me a line. I was never more turned on in my life. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...oh. Interesting turn of events. The outrage was a great misdirection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is this uplifting? Because love can truly be found anywhere. Even while you're taking a shit in a parking garage. Someone for everyone, happens when you least expect it, sometimes it smells really bad, yada yada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of luck to all in the coming year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-6175953173440159928?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/6175953173440159928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2011/01/scatting-in-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/6175953173440159928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/6175953173440159928'/><link 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ftw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inappropriate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i cant tipe'/><title type='text'>Pre-Marital Hanky Panky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;: when was your last realtionship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: guy i was sorta dating just decided yesterday that he wanted to be just friends, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: but it hadn't been going on that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;: awww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;: so wasnt' a long term?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;: when was last relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: ended jan 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;: wow, so no hanky panky for almost a year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide which of the following is the worst part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;That he assumes "hanky panky" only happens within the confines of a serious relationship (or at least that it does for the womenfolk).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That he thinks a year is a long time to go without "hanky panky."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That he used the phrase "hanky panky" unironically.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That Jan 2009 to now is "almost a year."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That he lives in a world where that is an appropriate question to ask someone he's just met and is considering dating.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-2101147024143568072?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-561267657264853441</id><published>2010-12-16T19:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T01:32:53.244-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speed dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchenozzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicked by meat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='script ftw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><title type='text'>The Later It Gets, the Less Likely I Am to Change Out of My PJs</title><content type='html'>I wish I could say that there was some sort of preamble to this instant message, but he immediately hit me with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: wana hang out tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: i'm sorry, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: hang out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, get to the point. It's not that I don't understand, it's that I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: i imagine not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: imagination is a state of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: I get it; you are very deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: are you here for something serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: generally, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: we can have something non serious for one night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep like a FOX...er...no, wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: you have a good sense of putting things in perspective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of my skillz; unfortunately, my skillz set does not include making weirdos go away. It was at this point that I had checked his profile and saw he was a native of Gainesville, FL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: and strangely enough, i doubt i'd make it to florida and back in one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: i am in philly right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: ah, i see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: not gonna make you travle so far :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: that would be rude on my part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: I am not as bad as you think :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: i really have no opinion of you except that you randomly popped up and asked me to hang out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, I might add, is pretty frickin' bad, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: well we can talk on phone a bit and if you like we can hang out else not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: and if you dont feel like giving your number you can call the hotel and ask for my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: as tempting as that all is, i still have to be up early for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm: Refuge of the Amadei since...whenever it is she learned to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: its still early right now..I will drop you off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, it was about quarter to 9pm. Even if I were the kind of girl to randomly meet someone at his hotel, it certainly wouldn't be after 9pm on a Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: if your hotel's in philly, it's probably an hour from where i am anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: whats your zip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: I am in sheraton near the airport if you know where that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: yeah, that's like an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: oh I am sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: i dont have a car not do I know anything abt here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: i'm pretty much on the other side of the city. kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't have a car, but he said earlier in the conversation that he'd drop me off, so that leaves me to consider the idea that he a) is Superman, b) has a broomstick, or c) is lying about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: you could leave from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could...wait, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: we can have breakfast here at the hotel in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: i find that all very unlikely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I AM NOT INSANE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: your words are amusing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: i'm glad you're amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: but its boring here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: cant you make a one time exception to travel here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: its going to be a good company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: exception to what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted him to say something like "to your rule of not having sex with random guys on the Internet," but I was unfortunately not given that little fun gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: to hang out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: considering i have to get up at 6am to be at work at 7am, i'm not inclined to meet with some random person who's here for one night only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at all, really, but I was trying to drive the point home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: my sister lives in NJ so I come here sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: and you are always welcome to come to florida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: anytime :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because him having a sister in NJ and me being welcome in FL makes me meeting him at his hotel so much less creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: what is in gainesville?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: umm good springs and beaches are close by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: i have a car there so it wont be any problme going around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: i am an open book so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: i like you to be honest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: you have been very sweet and without any attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;:which is not common&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: lol thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: I've been planning this blog post since the first thing you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: we can go for a drink if you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: i wana see some places before i leave philly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: i'm pretty sure i'm in for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check: It is now 9:15pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: philly girls are weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: i dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: completely different experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: lol how so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: well they will talk to you and you might think they would hang out or so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: and in the end its "I am too tired, its very late"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: thats what I heard last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: there is not point in being good and sweet anymore and wasting time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: it doesnt lead to anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I gave him any indication that it could possibly lead to anything, but hey, maybe we're having two different conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: i don't generally hang out with anyone the first time talking to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: everyone is different in its own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: its not that late come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: it is that late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sentiment I feel I have made abundantly clear during the tenure of our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: and i just don't randomly meet people offline for one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: but I dont have any other choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: else I would have stayed here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: i am failing to see how that affects me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: its alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: it doesn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: i am just wasting my time I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: hm. good thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously. He had talked to me for over an hour at this point and I still wasn't leaping into my car, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: you can feel good abt yourself right n ow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: but karma is always fair to everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: so it will your turn someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: i doubt that karma will think that i am a bad person for not going out on a work night to meet up with a random guy at his hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: well thats not the point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: but your statement was rude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: last one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You heard it here first--because I didn't pay it forward and just whip on down to the Airport Sheraton, karma is going to bite me in the ass especially as I've uttered a rude statement. But FLguy wasn't finished waxing philosophical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: if you meet a stranger anywhere, is that the first time or you have met themin some previous life too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: yes, but if i meet someone in, say, the mall, i can already see that they are perhaps not an axe murderer whereas random people on the internet could be completely different from how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: I mean you girls say it all the time " I dont meet strangers or I dont talk to them"..are you girls born here with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE HAS FIGURED US ALL OUT, LADIES! The reason we need to go to the bathroom in groups is because we're born with all the friends we'll ever have and WE CANNOT RISK LOSING ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: and really none of that trumps that i have to be at work at 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, strangely enough, is really all I was trying to get him to acknowledge. It became almost like a game. But let's move on from philosophy to criminal justice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: well then you need to put more attention to the current events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: most of the victims are not from online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;:but from someone who knew them very closely&lt;br /&gt;Me: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: go watch forensic files on tru tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: it will give you some idea on what basis most cases are based&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: and its not some bullshit like CSI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: its a 100% true event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: i've seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: i thought most of you girls only watch what lindsey lohan is doing or which club paris hilton is going to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLguy&lt;/span&gt;: i didnt know some of you actually watch those kind of "boring" shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: ha ha. very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I didn't really feel inspired to talk with him anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-561267657264853441?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/561267657264853441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/12/later-it-gets-less-likely-i-am-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/561267657264853441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/561267657264853441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/12/later-it-gets-less-likely-i-am-to.html' title='The Later It Gets, the Less Likely I Am to Change Out of My PJs'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-2530658564080933874</id><published>2010-12-16T00:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T00:44:56.983-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can has electric sheep?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boo hiss'/><title type='text'>Fables.</title><content type='html'>And now it's time for Tales From My OkCupid Inbox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a missed IM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you look mad in your pics lol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not mad in them. But what if I were, and you were "lol" at me and my feelings, you insensitive bastard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think some people realize that IMs are not like answering machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;good evening. i enjoyed reading through your profile and would like to chat with you. i hope you are having a fantastic weekend thus far, and I look forward to hearing from you soon! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've sent me an IM. We're chatting. In fact, generally people respond right away, given the concept of &lt;b&gt;instant messaging&lt;/b&gt;.  But if you insist...next time leave a callback number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you're going to IM me with this, and only this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...just give up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we have... Well, I find this indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;have a random 'fable'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eggbanana and the molecule of vitamin B12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was an Eggbanana overwintering in a&lt;br /&gt;gingko tree in Chicago. It was accosted by a molecule&lt;br /&gt;of vitamin B12 who said "I am a molecule of vitamin B12".&lt;br /&gt;The Eggbanana prompty ate the molecule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immoral of the story: Be wary of grains of cumin, for they may try to sell you Cheese Insurance.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone explain this to me? Is there something funny here that I'm missing? At last check, eggs and bananas can't mate, ginkgo trees don't grow in Chicago, and molecules of B12 don't talk. Then again, I live on Earth - a place with which this man does not seem familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the next entry will tackle the Holy Grail of all dating sites - PlentyOfFish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-2530658564080933874?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/2530658564080933874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/12/fables.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/2530658564080933874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/2530658564080933874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/12/fables.html' title='Fables.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-9183305553106651489</id><published>2010-12-15T22:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T23:29:13.947-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best foot forward?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is why I&apos;m celibate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubris'/><title type='text'>We're back. Bad CraigsList ads never left.</title><content type='html'>This is from an ad on CraigsList with the subject line, "Looking for emotional love first and foremost."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You are going to make a wonderful husband and father one day" This is what a very special friend of mine constantly tells me. But how useful is the information really if the girl who thinks it is also the one that won't let you have that chance?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's a little whiny. But I'll give him a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Look, I try my best to be romantic. I am that guy who will leave you flowers not because it's your birthday, not because it's a special day, not even because it's thursday. I will leave you those flowers because I saw them and I KNEW you would like them. I knew they would hold a special meaning for you other than them being just flowers. Romantic things just come to me randomly because I am thinking about you, and I want you to be happy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bordering on sappy, and like you're just telling me what you think I want to hear. But about 80% less creepy than most ads on CraigsList, so I'll read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: White, twenty four years old, five foot seven inches, two hundred pounds, blue eyes, dirty-blood hair. I am about to finish my bachelors degree, and I have a job. I don't like sports or cars so you won't find me ignoring you because the super bowl is on. Please be around my age. Race isn't important to me at all, and looks only matter in the way that there has to be an attraction on both sides for something to happen. However, I have a wide variety of types so don't let your hangups about your body and personality stop you from emailing me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all... "Dirty-blood hair"? Dude, bad typo. And second... Even insinuating someone might have hangups before you've spoken to them is bad form. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's this gem, in an ad seeking "emotional love"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;As a last note, I should mention that for those that just want sex, as long as I am single I would be willing to go with a 1night stand or FWB since it has been a long time since I had sex. You may want to know that I am VERY good at giving a girl orgasms and get pleasure from giving pleasure. I'm not trying to toot my own horn, but to give you an idea how good I can be, I have given a girl who medically was not supposed to be able to have orgasms, 5 huge orgasms in a single try.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for telling me! I was just about to ask you for references. Now...do you have a medical expert I can call about that miraculous event, as well? Hey, wait a minute... This ad wasn't supposed to be about sex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one's called, "Redneck seeking girlfriend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Im a 19 yr old redneck with a tricked out truck, have a job, i race quads, im an outdoors guy. I pretty much do anything . Im not looking for sex or you to send me to a website to get verified. Im looking for a cute girl whos skinny and not fat or ugly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just... I can't. I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally... "Total paranoia is just total awareness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be my girl. That is all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... Well... Is it wrong that I kind of like this? (It probably is.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-9183305553106651489?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/9183305553106651489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/12/were-back-bad-craigslist-ads-never-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/9183305553106651489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/9183305553106651489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/12/were-back-bad-craigslist-ads-never-left.html' title='We&apos;re back. Bad CraigsList ads never left.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-1558644993459944590</id><published>2010-12-12T12:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T12:29:18.781-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchenozzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blast from the past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='script ftw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><title type='text'>IRMEDD420 IV: A New Hope</title><content type='html'>So, &lt;a href="http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/irmedd420-iii-curse-of-irmedd420.html"&gt;my buddy IRMEDD420&lt;/a&gt; has reappeared with a different username. I got a notification that someone had added me to his favorites list, so I clicked on the profile. The picture wasn't familiar, but when I saw what town he lives in, plus the line, "unfortunately i have no car at the moment and i realize that can be very unattractive," I knew...I just knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later in his profile he says, "my last profile was caps and surprisingly a fair amount of people actually care about the most pedantic shit." No, my darling; we just don't enjoy being yelled at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IRMEDD420&lt;/span&gt;: hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IRMEDD420&lt;/span&gt;: you are beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like he doesn't remember calling me a snooty bitch. Amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-1558644993459944590?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1558644993459944590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/12/irmedd420-iv-new-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/1558644993459944590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/1558644993459944590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/12/irmedd420-iv-new-hope.html' title='IRMEDD420 IV: A New Hope'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-176576094227912250</id><published>2010-10-23T20:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T21:08:47.507-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s just the internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answer does not fit the question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inappropriate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i cant tipe'/><title type='text'>Knowledge and the Pursuit of Happiness</title><content type='html'>Humans are curious creatures. Without this curiosity, this thirst for knowledge, the modern marvels we take for granted would never exist. There are so many great questions out there that have been asked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Columbus hadn't asked "Think we can get to India if we sail west from here?" we'd all still be living in Europe. If the Wright brothers hadn't thought, "Do you think we can build something to fly in?" there would be no air travel as we know it today. If that one guy hadn't had a really clumsy wife who kept cutting herself, we wouldn't have Band-aids, but he asked himself, "What can I do so that she doesn't keep bleeding all over the linoleum?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are questions that shouldn't be asked, questions that make the questioner look like a complete douche, questions that make the questee hit the desk with her forehead. Like this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(8:39:21 pm)R****: &lt;/span&gt;How come no bf yr cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is truly no good answer for this question, but let's consider some responses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because no one's asked me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because I'm secretly a man.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because I'm a crazy bitch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because, like, there's this guy, yannow, and I'd, like, really like him to be my boyfriend, yannow, but he, like, is in, like, a bad spot in his life, and, like, it's just not working out, yannow, but, like, maybe something good'll happen, yeah? *gum snap/hair twirl*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because I'm overwhelmed by the number of quality men on this site, I can't decide on just one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Don't forget about &lt;a href="http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/10/giveaway-hooray.html"&gt;commenting for our giveaway&lt;/a&gt; or I shall be very sad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-176576094227912250?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/176576094227912250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/10/knowledge-and-pursuit-of-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/176576094227912250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/176576094227912250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/10/knowledge-and-pursuit-of-happiness.html' title='Knowledge and the Pursuit of Happiness'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-7131666652790531501</id><published>2010-10-19T20:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T20:46:27.075-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s just the internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway ahoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews for cheap'/><title type='text'>A Giveaway! Hooray!</title><content type='html'>Hooray for us, for this is our 100th post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In celebration, we are going to giveaway a copy of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1580085717/ref=s9_simh_gw_p14_d2_i3?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=center-2&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=1PHPBG2BVMFTJFBNH8SG&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=101&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=470938631&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=507846"&gt;this book&lt;/a&gt; to a random commenter, the method of choosing I have not yet determined, but it could possibly involve a hat, scraps of paper, and/or witchcraft (but the kind that Christine O'Donnell didn't practice because, like, that was the 80s, ya know?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is comment, preferably with some way to contact you for your address, otherwise I'm donating your copy to my roommate (because we all know he needs it more than any of you do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll choose the winner next Wednesday after I drop the kitten at the vet so he can have his teeny-tiny manhood removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall now resume our (ir)regularly scheduled snarking. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-7131666652790531501?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7131666652790531501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/10/giveaway-hooray.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/7131666652790531501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/7131666652790531501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/10/giveaway-hooray.html' title='A Giveaway! Hooray!'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-1327317525033911077</id><published>2010-10-17T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T17:50:36.103-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wat?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holy wall of text batman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english motherfucker do you speak it?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='have you met grammar?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><title type='text'>I looking for beauty woman.</title><content type='html'>It's probably a little wrong to poke fun at the obviously illiterate, but...well, here we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hello beautifully&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautifully what? You can't just put an adverb out there like that with no follow-up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was check out your profile and I see that you are very attractive woman. I would like to get to know u in more detail if u give me the time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so verb tense isn't his thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am going to tell you about my self. My name is Jeffrey. I am current single and look for a woman who is single too.She have to be serious and fun.You have to nice personality. I am look for long term relationship that is serious. I am look for somebody that is trust worthy compassion and understand and high &lt;i&gt;computability&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Computability"? Am I a calculator?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I also want somebody that can hold a conversation. I am a easygoing gut that like to have fun. I have a lot of hobbies. I am a very successful guy that will try to reach any goal that I set In life. I am a good guy that like to listen to what u have to said. I am easy to talk to about any thing.This is a opportunity to meet a serious fun love easy going guy. I am not here to waste your time or my time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Hold a conversation? Huh. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;2) Haha, he said he's an "easygoing gut."&lt;br /&gt;3) Time has been wasted. I demand a refund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I here to looking for the right woman to build a long term successful relationship with. If u are truly interest you can look at me profile and learn more about me.If u are truly u can &lt;i&gt;content&lt;/i&gt; me at ********@yahoo.com or text me at **********. Hope to hear from u soon take care&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To "content" him sounds a little bit too serious at this point in the relationship. I feel like we need to slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give him some credit: It was more than one sentence. So, y'know...B- for effort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-1327317525033911077?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1327317525033911077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-looking-for-beauty-woman.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/1327317525033911077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/1327317525033911077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-looking-for-beauty-woman.html' title='I looking for beauty woman.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-3280993421938558725</id><published>2010-10-17T17:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T17:32:38.162-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english motherfucker do you speak it?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='have you met grammar?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the science of dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i cant tipe'/><title type='text'>SWF ISO "Normal"</title><content type='html'>It's no secret that my biggest annoyance with the whole online dating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt; is that men (this may be true of women, but I don't get messages from women, so I don't know) don't seem to put a whole lot of effort into their messages. I know it's "just the Internet," but the whole point is to then meet the person...well...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in person&lt;/span&gt;, and if you're a complete idiot in your first message to me, what am I possibly going to think you'll be in person? Intelligent and suave? Unlikely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got this message in my OKC inbox:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just wanted to say hello i really enjoyed reading your profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have been accused of judging a book by its cover, I decided to return the message with the same amount of effort that was put forth initially. I responded with "Thank you. :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In return, I received this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:) I honestly mean it I'm new to this Internet dating or whatever u wanna call it and so surprised to find someone normal is a relief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUNCTUATION, GET YOU SOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even beyond that--it's gotten to the point where the second some derivation of the phrase "I'm new to Internet dating" comes through on my computer screen I just shut down. It's almost Pavlovian, really. Someone could say it to me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in real life on a street corner&lt;/span&gt; at this point, and my eyes would roll back in my head, then I'd collapse onto the ground, twitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that it's a little embarrassing or whatever to be looking for a  mate online, but I think we desperately need to get past that whole stigma as a culture. He's surprised that he found someone "normal," but we're all normal. We're all people in search of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I mean, come on. I could just be good at acting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-3280993421938558725?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3280993421938558725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/10/swf-iso-normal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/3280993421938558725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/3280993421938558725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/10/swf-iso-normal.html' title='SWF ISO &quot;Normal&quot;'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-7116533971911427782</id><published>2010-09-19T16:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T16:46:36.603-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchenozzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blast from the past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sometimes honesty hurts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profile fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><title type='text'>Crazy Is As Crazy Does</title><content type='html'>You all remember my friend Honest, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/02/too-much-honesty-part-i.html"&gt;Too Much Honesty, Part I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/02/too-much-honesty-part-ii-electric.html"&gt;Too Much Honesty, Part II: Electric Boogaloo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/too-much-honesty-part-iii-thrilling.html"&gt;Too Much Honesty, Part III: The Thrilling Conclusion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/too-much-honesty-part-iv-are-you.html"&gt;Too Much Honesty, Part IV: Are You Curious About the Epilogue?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/04/too-much-honesty-part-v-what_18.html"&gt;Too Much Honesty, Part V: What the...?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I chanced upon his profile again, and saw that it had been updated to have this at the beginning of his Self-Summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am not actively using this site anymore.... way too many crazy people with issues, so if you want to talk, send me a message with your # and we can text. Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am sure that there are many crazy people on OKCupid, I don't think that this particular pot should be calling that specific kettle black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other concern is the cognitive dissonance that allows him to believe that he will somehow weed out the crazy people by, instead of talking to them via the relative anonymity of the site, asking for them to give him their telephone numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have no illusion of what &lt;a href="http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/creepy-is-state-of-mind.html"&gt;he will be like when he grows up&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-7116533971911427782?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7116533971911427782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/09/crazy-is-as-crazy-does.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/7116533971911427782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/7116533971911427782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/09/crazy-is-as-crazy-does.html' title='Crazy Is As Crazy Does'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-5844690615433907884</id><published>2010-09-17T19:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T08:20:27.325-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from across the pond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='script ftw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions decisions'/><title type='text'>Best Proposition I've Heard All Day, Though...</title><content type='html'>A 26-year-old from London, England asks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;PossibleMooch&lt;/span&gt;: hi, can i ask you something crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;PossibleMooch&lt;/span&gt;: could i come stay with you for a while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; i very much doubt it. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;PossibleMooch&lt;/span&gt;: im just trying to get out of london, and find work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;PossibleMooch&lt;/span&gt;: abroad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;PossibleMooch&lt;/span&gt;: ok nevermind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked out his profile and while not entirely complete, and his only picture shows nothing of what he looks like, he doesn't come off as &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;particularly&lt;/span&gt; weird until the part that says, "Also, if you want an EU visa I'm up for marriage - apartment exchanges."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean if you give him an apartment, he'll marry you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: this may be a silly question, but what prompted you to ask me in particular?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;PossibleMooch&lt;/span&gt;: well, you seem like you're fairly together, a fairly strong woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;PossibleMooch&lt;/span&gt;: maybe not prone to crazniess, but with gererous inclincations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: ah. fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ah, yeah...that was odd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-5844690615433907884?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5844690615433907884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/09/best-proposition-ive-heard-all-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/5844690615433907884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/5844690615433907884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/09/best-proposition-ive-heard-all-day.html' title='Best Proposition I&apos;ve Heard All Day, Though...'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-4868111322305367641</id><published>2010-09-14T20:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T20:25:32.726-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='script ftw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english motherfucker do you speak it?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><title type='text'>Non Sequitur FTW!</title><content type='html'>This guy's IMed me several times during the past year, though it stalls out every time after the initial pleasantries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;: what r u up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: not much. reading a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;: what s the name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: anna karenina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;: u speak arabic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked his profile. According to it, he speaks English and French. Perhaps he's thinking of that other Leo Tolstoy--the one who was based in Iran...you know. He wrote that really awesome book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;War and Not a Lot of Peace&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, his follow up to asking if I speak Arabic was to ask if I was single which I think is a little weird considering it's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dating website&lt;/span&gt; and my profile &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;says I'm single&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;: your smile melted me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note, I'm going to take this little pile of red flags and run away screaming into the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-4868111322305367641?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/4868111322305367641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/09/non-sequiteur-ftw.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/4868111322305367641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/4868111322305367641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/09/non-sequiteur-ftw.html' title='Non Sequitur FTW!'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-5614707153695429986</id><published>2010-09-11T22:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T23:06:16.736-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchenozzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best foot forward?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boo hiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie reviews for cheap'/><title type='text'>A Surefire Way to Impress the Lady</title><content type='html'>I don't normally hold with making two posts in the same day, but this one literally fell into my lap, so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having decided at almost the last minute to go to the movies, I received an IM on OKC. As I was literally getting up to leave my apartment, I closed the browser and went on my merry way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mao's Last Dancer&lt;/span&gt;--if it's playing near you, go see it; it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home, I decided to check my OKC account as I haven't been getting e-mails when people message me recently. Imagine my delight when I saw that I did, in fact, have a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for me, it was just informing me that I'd missed a second IM from the guy I'd closed my browser on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well this has been stimulating. I feel like I really know you now. I hate long goodbyes... but i really have to go :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sir. Woo me with your sarcasm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-5614707153695429986?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5614707153695429986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/09/surefire-way-to-impress-lady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/5614707153695429986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/5614707153695429986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/09/surefire-way-to-impress-lady.html' title='A Surefire Way to Impress the Lady'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-8920261217111052255</id><published>2010-09-11T14:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T18:08:02.224-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;ll take misogynist for 100 alex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is why I&apos;m celibate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring profile is boring'/><title type='text'>A Hot, Classy Contradiction</title><content type='html'>A fellow by the user name of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drlove[number redacted]&lt;/span&gt; IMed me while I was getting my hair cut, but when I got home, I took  a look at his profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without going into a whole feminist rant regarding the chauvinistic problem of being a lady in the street and a freak in the bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You should message me if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are a hot classy chick and freaky at the same time. If you can act like a evil and an angel at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you can be wild and moderate at same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it strikes me that a lot of these profiles read much like horoscopes in that they could really apply to anyone, anywhere. Unless you happen to be Ned Flanders, chances are you are "classy" on the outside, but are also concealing some sort of deep, dark secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps just a moderately deep, leaning towards dark secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I'm secretly a man which makes this site that much funnier, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-8920261217111052255?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/8920261217111052255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/09/hot-classy-contradiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/8920261217111052255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/8920261217111052255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/09/hot-classy-contradiction.html' title='A Hot, Classy Contradiction'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-6213963743903494804</id><published>2010-09-07T22:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T22:21:49.836-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchenozzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;ll take misogynist for 100 alex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holy wall of text batman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boo hiss'/><title type='text'>I can assume you're not fat.</title><content type='html'>Oh CraigsList...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ad starts off just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am 28 year old SWM, never married no kids. Often told that I’m very attractive and believe so myself. Shorter brown hair, blue eyes, 6’3” 225, athletic build. I’m confident, intelligent, pragmatic, honest, and real. I am as far from your standard regular old guy as you could possibly imagine. I like being different, and unique and definitely am both. I’m very social and outgoing, can get by in just about any situation, and talk to any people. I do not smoke, do not do any drugs, and currently am on hiatus from drinking but will be back at it soon. I do like to party and be crazy, but I am also a very responsible professional. I own my own house and business for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in to a million different hobbies/activities including but by no means limited to mountain biking, hiking, camping, high pointing, surfing, snowboarding, fishing, shooting, working out, jogging, golf, brewing beer, wine, gardening, cooking, going to the movies, making movies, video games, Real Estate, astronomy, psychology, my hot tub and more (yes this is purposely random and as you can see a comprehensive list just to name a few!). I’m very in to sports and watch baseball and football religiously (Yankees and Patriots!!), along with a few others.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe a little cocky. But he's just selling himself, so whatever. Nothing too reprehensible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’d like to find a woman who enjoys some of my interests to share with me, yet is very independent with her own friends, own interests, and would not need to spend every waking moment with me. Being clingy or dependent is very much a turnoff to me. I need someone who is fun to be around and can hold intellectual stimulating conversations; Standard talk about “how was work today” and “what your brother Billy did this weekend” will not cut it or get us very far! A Potential partner must not smoke, must not have kids or former relationship drama, and should like to drink socially and party hard on occasion. Own car a must, legitimate job or at least self-supporting a must, and own place would be a plus. I’m not looking to support anyone and will not.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Well. What I read here is, "I attract women that are boring gold-diggers who can't take care of themselves." Darling, you must take a long, hard look at yourself to figure out why that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Age is not super important to me but for ease of use let’s say 23 to 35. Finally, call me shallow if you want but this person I’m looking for must be attractive. Height and weight are most important 5-6 to 5-11 being ideal with a fit, lean body (I am a boob man too though). &lt;b&gt;NO FAT WOMEN: since when did it become socially acceptable for so many overweight people to be boisterous about their body?!&lt;/b&gt; Pretty face and longer hair (no tom boy cuts) also required. So, yes, for a relationship I’m looking for an 8 or 9 or better to match me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all makes sense now. You're stuck with those horrible women because you're a horrible man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And regarding the part I bolded... REALLY?! Since when did it become socially acceptable to be a demanding, self-righteous, narrow-minded prick? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don’t have much time or desire to go out to the clubs or bars to find women so let’s see how this works out. Send a full body picture with your message just so I can assume you’re not fat. Then let’s talk and meet up, maybe enjoy a dinner together, or just drinks in the hot tub and see where it goes from there!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I send him random pictures of fat women from a Google image search? I bet he'd like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-6213963743903494804?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/6213963743903494804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-can-assume-youre-not-fat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/6213963743903494804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/6213963743903494804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-can-assume-youre-not-fat.html' title='I can assume you&apos;re not fat.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-6514853729992450830</id><published>2010-09-04T17:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T17:29:27.219-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchenozzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blast from the past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wat?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetish ahoy'/><title type='text'>Sexy Lips II: Groundhog Day</title><content type='html'>Today, rather than sit at home, surfing the Internet for hours on end, I decided to venture out into the real world. I had a package to mail, so I went to the post office, and while I was there bought stamps, then eventually made my way to Borders with the intention of writing out the postcards to &lt;a href="http://www.postcrossing.com"&gt;various people around the world&lt;/a&gt;, but ended up talking to my friend Mike and surfing the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, along with Facebook and gmail, OKCupid had its own tab on my browser window. I was halfway through writing a postcard when I noticed the tab was flashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;a href="http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-want-clever-conversation-never.html"&gt;my&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/07/sexy-lips.html"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did try and spice it up a bit this time, though. This IM said, "sexy lips/". That little forward slash makes all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His profile's changed a little bit since that first time, too. Now the highlight is in the "You should message me if" section:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your not a loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you dont lie.... sad to say 70% of the girls on here lie so much its too funny they must just want attention anyway they can get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; no druggies too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when people automatically assume I'm a liar! Woo hoo! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-6514853729992450830?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/6514853729992450830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/09/sexy-lips-ii-groundhog-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/6514853729992450830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/6514853729992450830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/09/sexy-lips-ii-groundhog-day.html' title='Sexy Lips II: Groundhog Day'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-6287484552826554763</id><published>2010-09-03T19:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T19:51:50.285-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='have you met grammar?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><title type='text'>Same as it ever was.</title><content type='html'>Highlights from recent weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we have the following thrilling introductions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;i&gt;How are things?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;i&gt;Hello Heather :) My name is Manny&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;i&gt;How's your day going so far?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are people I've never spoken to, and that was the full text of each message. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;send me a wink&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just sent me a message...to tell me...to send you a wink? I... What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from the same guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;u dont smile in any of yor photoz? bad grammr got u down?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to give him the benefit of the doubt and say he was trying to be funny, but the content of his profile leads me to believe that is not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one's my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're really cute, mind if I fap to your photos?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice of him to ask, I must say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-6287484552826554763?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/6287484552826554763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/09/same-as-it-ever-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/6287484552826554763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/6287484552826554763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/09/same-as-it-ever-was.html' title='Same as it ever was.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-1947027527956425926</id><published>2010-08-29T16:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T10:37:11.631-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can has electric sheep?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wat?'/><title type='text'>But Tonight, I Can Be Whatever You Want, Baby</title><content type='html'>This isn't really a &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;rotten&lt;/span&gt; fish, per se, but I'm boggled none-the-less, so I thought I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My profile, at the moment, says this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I'm a technical writer at a call center who writes procedures for the people taking calls, though recently, I seem to be spending a lot of time in meetings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a fellow from Brazil IMed me. Asked me my real name. Asked me what I was looking for on the site. Then he asked, "R U really a technical writer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sort of bemused, to be honest. Is that something that people normally lie about? I mean, if I were going to lie about what my job is, I'd be a doctor or a lawyer or an astronaut or heir to the Winchester gun fortune or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;technical writer&lt;/span&gt;? Really?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-1947027527956425926?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1947027527956425926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/08/but-tonight-i-can-be-whatever-you-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/1947027527956425926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/1947027527956425926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/08/but-tonight-i-can-be-whatever-you-want.html' title='But Tonight, I Can Be Whatever You Want, Baby'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-3825533315118875538</id><published>2010-08-23T20:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:58:54.531-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i like the feel of silk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ama&apos;s best of craigslist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetish ahoy'/><title type='text'>Lacy in the Northeast</title><content type='html'>Was looking around in the Men Seeking Women section of the Philadelphia Craigslist and came across this gem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Victorias secret - 24 (Ne)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey, looking for a girl to go panty shopping with. Think it would be fun for her to pick out my panties for me. Willing to buy both us new panties and other lingerie items.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me get this straight...this guy will take me to Victoria's Secret wherein we will shop for underwear. I will pick out underwear for him to wear. He will buy those panties as well as some new bras for me. Then we will go home and nothing more will be said of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color me suspicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-3825533315118875538?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3825533315118875538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/08/lacy-in-northeast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/3825533315118875538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/3825533315118875538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/08/lacy-in-northeast.html' title='Lacy in the Northeast'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-6404306223370030613</id><published>2010-08-07T20:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T20:41:25.592-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can has electric sheep?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boo hiss'/><title type='text'>Hiatus Schmiatus.</title><content type='html'>It's been a while. But as Amadei said, just because we end up finding a few quality folks, that doesn't actually mean the bad ones go away. I bring you proof, in the form of messages I've received over the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ignored this guy's IM because he called me "sweetie," which I can't fucking stand. And he replied with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you can still get it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's great, but I don't want it, obviously. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This message came via the "IceBreaker" feature on OKCupid, which stated we both liked "technology."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hello fellow technophile.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Well. That's a riveting conversation-starter. What's my reply? "Hello"? Wow, we're really getting to know one another here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is 19. I think that's all that needs to be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I Challenge your sexy ass to a duel girl, Btw beautiful if your a blazer like me and appreciate bud then we should totally chill cause I just picked up an ounce the other night and I could always use another smoking buddy. I may not be God but I can make Kool-Aid out of water pce&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) What are we dueling over?&lt;br /&gt;B) Pretty sure I make it clear that I'm SOBER. More than once.&lt;br /&gt;C) That last line is just...all kinds of fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one comes courtesy a man with a blank profile. My favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I filled a hot tub with whipped cream, would you grab your bathing suit and join me in it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. Is this a kink of which I'm not familiar? Did he have a stroke of genius and decide this would be an awesome pick-up line? I mean, it got me to reply. Basically to say, "WTF, yo?" But, uh...what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. They're still out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-6404306223370030613?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/6404306223370030613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/08/hiatus-schmiatus.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/6404306223370030613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/6404306223370030613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/08/hiatus-schmiatus.html' title='Hiatus Schmiatus.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-7719592668246989509</id><published>2010-08-07T19:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T20:11:34.922-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='have you met grammar?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><title type='text'>A Semi-Serious Rant on Effort</title><content type='html'>The problem, I suppose, with Heather and I possibly actually getting better love lives is that the fodder for this blog goes downhill. Luckily for you, however, that doesn't actually stop people from sending messages. For example, this note that just popped into my inbox about an hour ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subject: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Body:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; how ar eyou doing cutie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't even aware that I was doing cutie let alone expound upon how exactly I was going about it. I just feel it's a really sort of personal question to start out with and all that's not even considering the possibility of her Death Cab. Srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even beyond that low blow to the grammar side--it continually baffles me why someone would go through the effort of sending a message, but not make it even slightly interesting so the recipient would want to respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the guy's profile, and I can't figure out for the life of me why he thought we'd be a good match considering we have absolutely nothing in common except that we're both Pisces and like sushi. He likes weightlifting (a lot), horror movies, and wants to own a boat. I like yoga, can't stand horror movies, and think boats are a hole in the water you throw money into.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just goes back to what I noticed very early in my on-line dating career: I'm looking for someone who will put in a little effort, and "hi, how are you doing, cutie?" doesn't quite cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Apologies to my brother who, in fact, owns a boat. He was in the Navy, though, so that almost makes it okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-7719592668246989509?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7719592668246989509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/08/semi-serious-rant-on-effort.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/7719592668246989509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/7719592668246989509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/08/semi-serious-rant-on-effort.html' title='A Semi-Serious Rant on Effort'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-2831798603296199803</id><published>2010-07-24T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T22:26:35.262-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='script ftw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answer does not fit the question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedobear says TOO OLD'/><title type='text'>As seen on TV.</title><content type='html'>I did a silly thing and subscribed for another month of Match.com. It was at 25% off. I like a sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. This was the first email I got. Let us bear in mind that my age limit is 38, and this man is 47, first of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;wow......................I think if you saw me in person you'd say woaw,he's attr. &amp; in good shape though a triathalon is just the kind of fitness level I lack,elyptical,bowflex,etc,I am usually occupied in...my muse would be appealing to me,as I have a 1200 sq. ft. gym in my home,perhaps I can entice you with one day,however,I liked your ad &amp; I think, feel ,demonstrate &amp; represent a much younger and energetic gentlman,generally I enjoy the company af a younger gal,as my stamina &amp; endurance are a drive only the young can appreciate,so love your attitude &amp; look....call me sweetie and lets see how well we relate to one another.Peter two three seven ninety sixty one,so b n touch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) This is the absolute worst form message I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Wow, way to make this all about you. Your overly-inflated ego is so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) "Entice" me with your gym? Thanks for calling me fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Yes, that is his phone number. I don't even care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) His profile picture looks like it was taken at Sears Portrait Studio, and he has a pornstache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon viewing his profile, more nuggets of fabulousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The headline: "ISO sexy moxie cosmo jib.I'm most interested in the person,their experience,their outlook,and the depth of their compassion,integrity." ...pardon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) He signed his message with "Peter," but says his name is "Bill" in the profile text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) He stresses how much he would like to video chat with women he meets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The words "zestful mensch" are used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I really think I saw a Dateline NBC special on this guy, and he's a con man. Just sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real problem here? Deciding what witty remark I shall use in reply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-2831798603296199803?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/2831798603296199803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-seen-on-tv.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/2831798603296199803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/2831798603296199803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-seen-on-tv.html' title='As seen on TV.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-3445833148144210864</id><published>2010-07-18T00:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T00:18:52.418-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchenozzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blast from the past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is why I&apos;m celibate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='script ftw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answer does not fit the question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boo hiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inappropriate'/><title type='text'>Sexy Lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 4, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random&lt;/span&gt;: sexy lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: i'm sorry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July 18, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random&lt;/span&gt;: sexy lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: i'm sorry; what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least he's consistent with his openings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random&lt;/span&gt;: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random&lt;/span&gt;: sexy lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: o...kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random&lt;/span&gt;: o.... sorry next time i will say no wonder your single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You heard it here first. It's no wonder I'm single because I don't respond favorably when a person IMs me with nothing but an adjective+body part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: i'm not the one who randomly IMs people with strange phrases without context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random&lt;/span&gt;: and i am not the one who gets all you can eat buffets closed down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veritable bastion of class and maturity, this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I messaged him back that he was the one who messaged me first, but alas, he'd already signed off. For shame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-3445833148144210864?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3445833148144210864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/07/sexy-lips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/3445833148144210864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/3445833148144210864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/07/sexy-lips.html' title='Sexy Lips'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-5690154996062304173</id><published>2010-07-16T22:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:46:04.139-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can has electric sheep?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boo hiss'/><title type='text'>Feline fail.</title><content type='html'>I have pictures my of cat on my profile, like all aspiring crazy cat ladies should. And I mention in there that she's 14 and my best friend. Because it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this message earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hey i had my cat for like 11years now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's great. It really is. But what's your cat's name? What's he/she like? Come on, now. I call my cat my best friend in my profile. That means I want to hear &lt;i&gt;everything.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's wrong with you when you can't even pick up a woman who spends all her time with her cat. Just sayin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-5690154996062304173?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5690154996062304173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/07/feline-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/5690154996062304173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/5690154996062304173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/07/feline-fail.html' title='Feline fail.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-2514802727322264523</id><published>2010-07-11T17:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T17:46:42.187-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I do not have a complex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='script ftw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetish ahoy'/><title type='text'>Sexual Fantasies: The New Icebreaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super Hero&lt;/span&gt;: hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super Hero&lt;/span&gt;: so here is a question as far as an icebreaker lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super Hero&lt;/span&gt;: hypothetically...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super Hero&lt;/span&gt;: would a guy with a fantasy out of a comicbook be too geeky? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I don't know, LOL. But, hey, my profile says I read too much and play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;World of Warcraft&lt;/span&gt;, so obviously being "too geeky" is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: i suppose it would depend on the comic book and what the fantasy was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super Hero&lt;/span&gt;: oh I see lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super Hero&lt;/span&gt;: mine would probably make you laugh lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super Hero&lt;/span&gt;: well lets just say I like a strong type of woman with a bit of a dominant side lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who is it, man?! Is it Wonder Woman or Catwoman? Were any of the Lanterns women? Is it some obscure comic book character no one's ever heard of but you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait, I know. It's Dr. Manhattan, isn't it? You coy sonovabitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: that's very descriptive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super Hero&lt;/span&gt;: true vague enough though so as not to be blushing ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I need to get my sarcasm notifier re-tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, no, even in the course of the rest of the conversation, I never found out which comic book fantasy was his; he just apologized profusely for some insult he thinks he gave me, but I couldn't quite figure out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-2514802727322264523?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/2514802727322264523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/07/sexual-fantasies-new-icebreaker.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/2514802727322264523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/2514802727322264523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/07/sexual-fantasies-new-icebreaker.html' title='Sexual Fantasies: The New Icebreaker'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-3267065297576287630</id><published>2010-07-08T19:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T19:45:04.309-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tee hee hee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I do not have a complex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubris'/><title type='text'>All he's missing is the rimshot.</title><content type='html'>This is what's supposed to pass for amusing and interesting conversation, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;haha:&lt;/b&gt; Yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha:&lt;/b&gt; What up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; nothing. you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha:&lt;/b&gt; Driving home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; oh, that's safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha:&lt;/b&gt; Like you've never done it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; text and drive? at a red light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha:&lt;/b&gt; Who says I'm not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; that's a lot of red lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha:&lt;/b&gt; Too many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha:&lt;/b&gt; Here's another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha:&lt;/b&gt; When did 84 get all these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; there's one red light on 91. legitimately. there are none on 84.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha:&lt;/b&gt; Guess I'm hallucinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha:&lt;/b&gt; What's that turtle doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha:&lt;/b&gt; Honestly, I'm stuck in a jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; oh. I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha:&lt;/b&gt; Some accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha:&lt;/b&gt; Exit 40. Look it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; nah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you riveted yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha:&lt;/b&gt; I just wanna go pass out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha:&lt;/b&gt; At work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha:&lt;/b&gt; So why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; I dunno, there's some dude trying to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha:&lt;/b&gt; Shall I let you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; either that or start getting interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha:&lt;/b&gt; Hey. That's hardly fair. I'm stuck in traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; and that's not interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha:&lt;/b&gt; No need to be a snob about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; I'm...not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha:&lt;/b&gt; You are actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; well everyone's entitled to an opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha:&lt;/b&gt; And I think you're acting like a snob for my limited conversation due to my current location not meeting your standards. If I'm not "interesting" enough, I don't see you dropping any Mark Twain shit into this discussion.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold up a second there, Shecky. Didn't &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; IM &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;? Why do I need to be Mark Twain? I was content, y'know...not talking to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; if you had nothing to say, why did you send me an IM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; burden of maintenance is on you. you started the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha:&lt;/b&gt; Says the 21st century woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha:&lt;/b&gt;Unreal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; nice job trying to twist it into something it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; you wanted to talk to me. you're not really talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha:&lt;/b&gt; I've said a lot more than you. In fact, this imaginary turtle has said more than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; "I'm in a traffic jam." oh yeah, so many places to go from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha:&lt;/b&gt; You could've said anything. I was trying to be humorous. If you're that numb to comic relief, no wonder you're single.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't possibly be that it wasn't funny because you're trying too hard. Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; I just didn't find it funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha:&lt;/b&gt; And what sort of wit amuses you, Grumpy McWetblanket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; the kind that isn't forced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha:&lt;/b&gt; It wasn't. I naturally am like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; then apparently I don't find you funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; life will go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haha:&lt;/b&gt; But not this conversation. Good luck finding some dude dumb enough to look past that telephone pole cemented in your anus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; way to be a dick just because I'm not falling all over you. I'll be just fine, thanks.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how they always pretend &lt;i&gt;they're&lt;/i&gt; the one that wanted to end the conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony in all this is that this guy bills himself as a stand-up comedian. I can say for certain I will not be buying tickets to his shows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-3267065297576287630?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3267065297576287630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-hes-missing-is-rimshot.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/3267065297576287630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/3267065297576287630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-hes-missing-is-rimshot.html' title='All he&apos;s missing is the rimshot.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-2063852906535078593</id><published>2010-07-02T18:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T18:52:04.894-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speed dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;ll take misogynist for 100 alex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is why I&apos;m celibate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inappropriate'/><title type='text'>I'm not sure I'm clear on your intent...</title><content type='html'>Generally, I appreciate people who are direct. In this instance...not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey how are you? I want to have lots of rough dirty sex with you. Then get you pregnant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...well then. I guess at least he asked me how I was first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm celibate and infertile, sorry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-2063852906535078593?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/2063852906535078593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-not-sure-im-clear-on-your-intent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/2063852906535078593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/2063852906535078593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-not-sure-im-clear-on-your-intent.html' title='I&apos;m not sure I&apos;m clear on your intent...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-1428755196854366685</id><published>2010-06-27T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T23:26:05.168-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profile fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='have you met grammar?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubris'/><title type='text'>I have a red pickup truck, LOL.</title><content type='html'>I got a message from this dude on PlentyofFish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all... His profile was structured like a resume, with headings. The "intro," the "meat and potatoes," the "intent," and the "conclusion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm faithful and full of energy. I can be monogamus with pride. I actually like sex, yup I just said that. II don't think theres anything wrong with telling you that sex is a GOOD thing.Yes, I like to pull on your hair during sex, who wouldn't. LOL! Why can't I have it with someone I care about? Lots of passionate kisses to go with it maybe even for hours, whos keeping track of the time anyways? (I wrote this so you can't say that I'm "misrepresenting" myself. LOL!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, LOL, I wouldn't like it if you pulled my hair. Ugh. And what does that last sentence even mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Harley was built by me from the ground up and would like a passenger once in a while. Yes, I have a red pick up truck too! LOL!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...oh. I am...not impressed. And sick of your LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My "intent";&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a woman that "Says what she means and means what she says with out being mean". A bonus would be that she takes pride in her appearance and actually has time for me.&lt;br /&gt;I work for the state and am drug/STD free. (rather proud of that)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why does this need to be in quotes?" I swear, I'm getting to the point that nothing annoys me more than incorrect usage of quotation marks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know you women like to shop and are always trying to find the best deal. The women who actually check the item (me) out and see if it will fit and look good on them are welcome in the store. The women who are consumed with window shopping forever will never know what they just missed.(good luck in you search)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You women"? Good job stereotyping. And that's a pretty tired metaphor you have there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PoF = fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-1428755196854366685?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1428755196854366685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-have-red-pickup-truck-lol.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/1428755196854366685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/1428755196854366685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-have-red-pickup-truck-lol.html' title='I have a red pickup truck, LOL.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-2936322594420389478</id><published>2010-06-27T22:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T22:57:57.997-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profile fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profile translation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring profile is boring'/><title type='text'>Amadei's Quick and Dirty Profile Translator</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;What He Says:&lt;/b&gt; "I'm very laid back and hate drama."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What He Means: &lt;/b&gt;"I bring a lot of drama into my life, but I don't realize the common denominator in all my drama is me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What He Says:&lt;/b&gt; "I'm looking for someone who isn't already jaded from previous relationships."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What He Means:&lt;/b&gt; "I'm jaded, but I expect you not to be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What He Says: &lt;/b&gt;"Also, age really does not matter as long as you know where you are going."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What He Means:&lt;/b&gt; "I'd prefer you be somewhere in the eighteen to twenty-one year old age range (even though I'm thirty-two)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What He Says:&lt;/b&gt; "As for books, I like any of the Dan Brown books and am currently reading Cramer's first book on investing (ugh, not really fun)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What He Means:&lt;/b&gt; "I am a boring, uncreative man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What He Says: &lt;/b&gt;"You should message me if you enjoy having fun and are not high maintenance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What He Means:&lt;/b&gt; "I expect you to be generic and not expect me to tell you that you're pretty. Ever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-2936322594420389478?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/2936322594420389478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/amadeis-quick-and-dirty-profile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/2936322594420389478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/2936322594420389478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/amadeis-quick-and-dirty-profile.html' title='Amadei&apos;s Quick and Dirty Profile Translator'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-543824373039488895</id><published>2010-06-25T21:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:26:43.668-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speed dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can has electric sheep?'/><title type='text'>Able to Pass Voight-Kampff: Y/N?</title><content type='html'>Having sent out quite a few messages on OKCupid in my time, I know there's a fine line between sounding like a robot and sounding like a stalker. What I didn't realize is that it's possible to sound like both at the same, but a fellow who just messaged me disabused me of any prior notion I might have had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Subject:&lt;/span&gt; Hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Body:&lt;/span&gt; Just wanted to say hi and that I liked what you wrote. Also, was wondering what is your meaning of life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will never doubt again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-543824373039488895?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/543824373039488895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/able-to-pass-voight-kampff-yn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/543824373039488895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/543824373039488895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/able-to-pass-voight-kampff-yn.html' title='Able to Pass Voight-Kampff: Y/N?'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-8085410430573577252</id><published>2010-06-21T21:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:04:26.886-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speed dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchenozzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blast from the past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tee hee hee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;ll take misogynist for 100 alex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicked by meat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='script ftw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answer does not fit the question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snark'/><title type='text'>IRMEDD420 III: The Curse of IRMEDD420</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love it when I have &lt;a href="http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/02/return-of-irmedd420.html"&gt;repeat offenders&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep in mind that the conversation to this point has been him calling me "baby," then telling me which of the pictures on my profile he liked the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;IRMEDD420&lt;/b&gt;: so you arent interested eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: should i be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IRMEDD420&lt;/b&gt;: i think you should wanna go out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IRMEDD420&lt;/b&gt;: :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: why's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IRMEDD420&lt;/b&gt;: b/c as i said your sexy&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, the gentleman thinks that mama raised a fool. I did attempt to clarify, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: i should want to go out with you because you said i'm sexy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IRMEDD420&lt;/b&gt;: lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, but, but isn't that what he just implied? It's times like these when I question my own reading comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IRMEDD420&lt;/b&gt;: uh i would hope you'd be attracted to me as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: so i should go out with you because you said i'm sexy and you hope i'd be attracted to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I'm looking for is an answer--a simple, succinct answer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IRMEDD420&lt;/b&gt;: listen...do you meet many people here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, he thinks he's Socrates: "I will answer your question by asking you a question."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: a fair amount, i'd say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a lie. In the year I've frequented OKCupid, I have met a grand total of four men. I wonder why that could possibly be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IRMEDD420&lt;/b&gt;: how? when you try tp be all superior and act bitchy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IRMEDD420&lt;/b&gt;: damn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, right. That's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: i'm just trying to make sure i understand what you're asking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's a lie, too. I be trollin', I be hatin'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IRMEDD420&lt;/b&gt;: just cause your sexy doesnt mean you can act pretentious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IRMEDD420&lt;/b&gt;: seriously?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: how can you even question my seriousness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;IRMEDD420&lt;/b&gt;: b/c its okc aND WE HAVE NO inflection WE JUST TYPE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: fair enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They be hatin'...on my trollin'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IRMEDD420&lt;/b&gt;:well i got other women dieing to abuse me lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: i am sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, you wanted an argument? I'm sorry; this is abuse. You'll want room 12A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IRMEDD420&lt;/b&gt;:go be all snooty by your lonesome bitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, I'm pretty sure that a couple of AAs and my right hand will give me more satisfaction than he ever could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-8085410430573577252?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/8085410430573577252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/irmedd420-iii-curse-of-irmedd420.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/8085410430573577252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/8085410430573577252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/irmedd420-iii-curse-of-irmedd420.html' title='IRMEDD420 III: The Curse of IRMEDD420'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-929447588252563447</id><published>2010-06-18T21:28:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T21:39:56.188-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;ll take misogynist for 100 alex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profile fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holy wall of text batman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='have you met grammar?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i cant tipe'/><title type='text'>Christian Women Beware...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;...there are men in your religion who have gone off the deep end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Tagline:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; am a person who needs respect and who respect others i am christian i respect my faith its the back ground of all the things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy run on sentence, Batman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;In His Own Words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;am a person who needs respect and i do respect in return i do make good use of my time am a christian its my back bone of faith . the following are the major things that am looking for .this person should love her self have respect to the people she loves she should be in position to handle any problems that may arise in other words she must be a problem solver that may arise in a house hold she should have some good loving since love is the most beautiful thing that God created for man and woman.to have a spirit of sharing, i love sharing it shows that you are thought of this kind of spirit make a happy home .honesty is the key for any relationship to grow in this case i would like to inform you that were things are not done in the straight way tend to break up in the end and this make the whole proses an easy and may affects both parties to break up easy.in any relationship to grow their must be children for a man and a woman these are fruits that we can look on our time to come .in the book of creation God created man in his own image and that was adam and from adams ribs he created woman and she was called eva .man was happy because seeing eva as his wife .So for the above mentioned rally show that man needs a copanion &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I know you probably don't want to read that block of text, I'll pull out the places that really made me go "huh?" (as opposed to the other bits that just made me go&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; huh?&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;am a christian its my back bone of faith&lt;/b&gt; How can being a Christian be the backbone of one's faith? If one's faith is "Christian" it can't also be the backbone of that faith, can it? Am I making sense to just me again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;she must be a problem solver that may arise in a house hold&lt;/b&gt; I really wish this sentence ended with "and barefoot in the kitchen" because I feel that's where it was going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also goes on to say that partners should be honest with each other, with which I agree, but then he continues with &lt;b&gt;i would like to inform you that were things are not done in the straight way tend to break up in the end&lt;/b&gt;. Apparently, he's somewhat of a relationship guru. Little did I know that not being honest would lead to the end of a romance. Do go on, most intelligent sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;in any relationship to grow their must be children for a man and a woman these are fruits that we can look on our time to come&lt;/b&gt; Read as: I like sex without a condom, and it's God's will, so get used to being preggo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he ends it all with a mini Bible lesson: &lt;b&gt;God created man in his own image and that was adam and from adams ribs he created woman and she was called eva .man was happy because seeing eva as his wife .So for the above mentioned rally show that man needs a copanion &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...the point of a relationship is to give the man a companion? Did I somehow get warped to Utah? Or Texas? Or back to the 1600s in Boston?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what really gets me is it's a dating website...you want to put your best foot forward, right? If that's his best foot, I'd hate to see his worst foot. It probably has stigmata on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-929447588252563447?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/929447588252563447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/christian-women-beware.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/929447588252563447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/929447588252563447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/christian-women-beware.html' title='Christian Women Beware...'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-3212089132179990902</id><published>2010-06-14T23:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T23:18:58.164-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blast from the past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I do not have a complex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><title type='text'>Ugh, being a good person is SO HARD.</title><content type='html'>So... The man with the intrusive question from &lt;a href="http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/let-us-create-superior-army-of-online.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; returned for an IM conversation the other day. And I will say...it wasn't going horribly. Until this happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about how he was at a local bar for New Year's Eve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;redflag:&lt;/b&gt; but was only for a short period of time, before the colored folks showed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; ...colored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;redflag:&lt;/b&gt; oh cmon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;redflag:&lt;/b&gt; not that i am racist or anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; "colored" is not an okay term to use unless you're talking about pre-integration periods in the south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;redflag:&lt;/b&gt; it's not a term i use often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;redflag:&lt;/b&gt; was something that just came to mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; yeah, well, just so you know, it might lead people to believe you're ignorant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't buy that it "just came to mind." Not for a second. But whatever. I had nothing else to do. So I kept talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we were discussing his late night trip to Denny's the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;redflag:&lt;/b&gt; it's always a great time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;redflag:&lt;/b&gt; especially when the food is on the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;redflag:&lt;/b&gt; unbenounced to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;redflag:&lt;/b&gt; lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; you...did a dine and ditch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;redflag:&lt;/b&gt; i did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;redflag:&lt;/b&gt; well, my group did&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, he's 26 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; that's really not cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;redflag:&lt;/b&gt; i was with 4 other friends and the generally consensus was to dine and ditch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;redflag:&lt;/b&gt; obviously i am not going to get on my moral high horse and say "hey guys cmon, thats not cool"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;redflag:&lt;/b&gt; for one thing i was an bit too innebriated, and secondly they would of done it reguardless and i would of been the jackass to take care of the bill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; I'd rather pay the whole bill if it meant I'd find out what kind of "friends" I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;redflag:&lt;/b&gt; hey what can i say, when my friends and I are drunk...we get a little crazy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right... "My friends and I." They were all drunk. And got in a car to go to Denny's. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We argued for a while about ethics, and his basic response was, "I'm not proud of it, but it's funny." You just took money out of someone's pocket, &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; you could have killed someone driving drunk. Oh yeah...LOL. I was done with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He returned late last night with this nugget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;redflag:&lt;/b&gt; i think you might find it interesting to know that denny's called the cops and they reviewed survellance tapes and one of my friends cars got ID'd and they called him at 5am and told him if he does not pay the bill they will arrest him, so he went down and payed the bill&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that? That's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I got lectured for being judgmental, and he defended his behavior as "living on the edge" and told me I should "try it sometime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;redflag:&lt;/b&gt; well, yah know...if you feel like this situation is enough to deem me as someone who is unworthy of your time then so be it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;redflag:&lt;/b&gt; but perhaps it would behoove you to forgo some of you qualms about people and there behavior cause you might find that with a few exceptions there might be a great person behind the bullshit they do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(insert eyeroll here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do stupid teenage shit like get wasted and drive, then run out on a bill &lt;i&gt;in your late twenties,&lt;/i&gt; and use an archaic, ignorant term for another race. But I'm in the wrong? Of course I am. Because I'm turning you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grown-ups and non-hypocrites: Endangered species.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-3212089132179990902?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3212089132179990902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/ugh-being-good-person-is-so-hard.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/3212089132179990902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/3212089132179990902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/ugh-being-good-person-is-so-hard.html' title='Ugh, being a good person is SO HARD.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-93306712559112496</id><published>2010-06-14T21:41:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:03:59.078-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blast from the past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tee hee hee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profile fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedobear says TOO OLD'/><title type='text'>"Creepy" Is a State of Mind</title><content type='html'>I suppose a year is a fair amount of time to message someone for the  second time. There's always a chance they've forgotten about you in the  intervening time. Or perhaps their standards have lowered since  that first message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for &lt;a href="http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/but-at-least-we-could-talk-about-it.html"&gt;this  guy&lt;/a&gt;, neither has happened to me. I'm not sure my standards will  ever be that low. He just sent me a boring IM this time ("hi") and I spazzed  out and linked his profile to a friend of mine who pointed out this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLKAJlyFPdc/TBbcqVP-Q4I/AAAAAAAAADs/qMwHNsglOcA/s1600/creepy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLKAJlyFPdc/TBbcqVP-Q4I/AAAAAAAAADs/qMwHNsglOcA/s320/creepy.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482812216186913666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is really the icing on the cake is that this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fifty-nine&lt;/span&gt; year old man who is looking for women aged &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nineteen to thirty-five&lt;/span&gt; has this in his profile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most private thing I'm willing to admit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is my fear of dating, even online dating, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've heard their are a lots of sick people out there&lt;/span&gt; ... but I'm still willing to put myself out here ... nothing to loose and every-thing to gain ... Like is just to short not to enjoy ... How about you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emphasis in red mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inner monologue as I read that: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *inhale* HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-93306712559112496?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/93306712559112496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/creepy-is-state-of-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/93306712559112496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/93306712559112496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/creepy-is-state-of-mind.html' title='&quot;Creepy&quot; Is a State of Mind'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLKAJlyFPdc/TBbcqVP-Q4I/AAAAAAAAADs/qMwHNsglOcA/s72-c/creepy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-1019911285983170878</id><published>2010-06-11T01:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T01:08:07.615-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchenozzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wat?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><title type='text'>Simple demands for a simple mind.</title><content type='html'>Found this winner on CraigsList.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;not into sugar coating things and after the last 12 hours i've had i've just come to terms with what i need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a girl who loves metal....IS racist....loves to drink regardless time of day....doesnt play games...has a good job and/or knows what she wants to do in life....wants a relationship, or just some fun...and some great sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White only...NO girls OVER 135lbs...tats &amp; piercings are a plus....age doesnt matter but i love YOUNGER than me...doin outdoors stuff is fun too but not a neccessity to like it on ur part...I dont care what ur religion is (if u have one) but im an athiest so dont push your B.S. on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF you fit that description, then we already have a lot in common&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a great job that is really beneficial (you'll see why if you ask me) and a great car. I'm above average height and im definately in shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEND A PIC OF YOURSELF BEFORE YOU CAN SEE A PIC OF ME&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet he's getting a ton of responses. From women without teeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-1019911285983170878?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1019911285983170878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/simple-demands-for-simple-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/1019911285983170878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/1019911285983170878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/simple-demands-for-simple-mind.html' title='Simple demands for a simple mind.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-2535496995082821792</id><published>2010-06-08T20:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:49:19.277-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profile fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='have you met grammar?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i cant tipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring profile is boring'/><title type='text'>Some people should never talk about themselves.</title><content type='html'>Bits and pieces from recent browsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm extremely good at adding and subtracting numbers that are less than 3 digits. If you give me two numbers or in some case three that fall in that range....like 45+20+10. that's 75. I crank that out all day..... if that's the sorta thing you're into.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...you're really good at elementary-level arithmetic? Wow. That makes me so hot. If you can read &lt;i&gt;The Cat in the Hat&lt;/i&gt;, I'll take my panties off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I need to work on my sense of humor, or lack thereof.&lt;br /&gt;I am the least arrogant person I know, but I do not know many people.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy must be a riot at parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am a bit of a "Technology" Nut. ... I'm a "avid" video game player ... I'm really good at "Puzzle Solving."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also a "fan" of "unnecessary" quotation "marks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;At some point i plan on going to collage to study archeology and become an archeologist, because i really studying and learning about ancient civilizations.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might want to start with spelling. Just sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;im interested in metting someone active and interested in relationship possily some one who likes animals and wants too do interesting things anyone who wants too talk can message me hopefully close too me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This atrocious run-on with poor spelling and homophone confusion is bad enough. But the most notable thing? He had pictures of both himself and his pitbull on his profile, and they looked alike. I shit you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am not great at this. It feels too much like updating my resume or writing a performance appraisal. I can just give out some more basics; I'm a good guy, a great listener, very funny, emotional stable, and other things that I am probably forgetting at the moment. If there is something else you want to know about me, just ask.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzz... I'm sorry, that was so generic. I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favorite, which was probably just a typo, but still amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well for starters I would say that I have a very laid back person.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like...in your freezer? Locked in a closet? Should I call the police?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-2535496995082821792?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/2535496995082821792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/some-people-should-never-talk-about.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/2535496995082821792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/2535496995082821792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/some-people-should-never-talk-about.html' title='Some people should never talk about themselves.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-5800809058452492917</id><published>2010-06-06T02:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T02:36:21.556-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speed dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who&apos;s got a poopy diaper?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicked by meat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the science of dating'/><title type='text'>Let us create a superior army of online daters.</title><content type='html'>This happened last week, but I just remembered I forgot to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this message on OKCupid, pretty much out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am just curious as to why someone with a wealth of knowledge and intellect would not want to procreate with someone of high intellectual value as yourself, to spawn a super intellectual child to better this world from it's natural regression our world is seeing in these times.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your business...how? I mean, other than the fact that, given the way the message was worded, his goal was to...spawn with me. (For the record, his poor sentence structure would rule him out, supposing I were actually predisposed toward procreation.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied quite succinctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Selfishness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-5800809058452492917?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5800809058452492917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/let-us-create-superior-army-of-online.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/5800809058452492917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/5800809058452492917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/let-us-create-superior-army-of-online.html' title='Let us create a superior army of online daters.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-701709433456470895</id><published>2010-06-05T17:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T17:53:55.997-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchenozzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sometimes honesty hurts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profile fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring profile is boring'/><title type='text'>I'm Almost Too Bored to Type This</title><content type='html'>Let's pretend you're a single guy. You decide that you don't really want to be a single guy anymore, but you don't really go to bars and all your friends are married, so it's difficult to find a girl. Somehow, you find out about a dating website called OKCupid, so you decide to make a profile. You sit down and the best you can come up with is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLKAJlyFPdc/TArGTZVCvAI/AAAAAAAAADc/tRk0fqOLi3k/s1600/boring.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLKAJlyFPdc/TArGTZVCvAI/AAAAAAAAADc/tRk0fqOLi3k/s320/boring.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479409933168589826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be too dismayed when no one messages you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-701709433456470895?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/701709433456470895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-almost-too-bored-to-type-this.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/701709433456470895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/701709433456470895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-almost-too-bored-to-type-this.html' title='I&apos;m Almost Too Bored to Type This'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLKAJlyFPdc/TArGTZVCvAI/AAAAAAAAADc/tRk0fqOLi3k/s72-c/boring.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-7607230089328746424</id><published>2010-06-04T19:37:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T20:49:54.587-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speed dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I do not have a complex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wat?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is why I&apos;m celibate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='script ftw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mmm...feet...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inappropriate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetish ahoy'/><title type='text'>I Don't Want Clever Conversation, Never Want to Work that Hard</title><content type='html'>Silly me thinking I could turn on the OKCupid IM client and think that someone worth talking to would IM me. The first guy said, and I quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt; sexy lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; i'm sorry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't say anything more after that, but I checked out his profile, and it says, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My perfect match would be someone who can keep up with me , someone smart, fit, cute, playful and driven... resulting in a very strong power couple :)&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the phrase "resulting in a very strong power couple" disturbs me deep within to the cockles of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second guy just started off with this onslaught:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hi, my name is [redacted] and i'm a good guy with a big heart. I am looking  for someone who like to held hands, go for walks, out to dinner, see a  movie, or spend a night dancing. I am looking for someone who likes  affection and wants me to make her feel special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am not opposed to any of those activities, it's a lot of information on one IM, right? But he continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dude:&lt;/span&gt; i like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dude:&lt;/span&gt; i want to meet you and hang out with you and go uot with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dude:&lt;/span&gt; as a friend and a girlfriend to date me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have not the words. This is getting a little too hot and heavy for me too quickly. Next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feets: &lt;/span&gt;i have got backpain today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; that's no good! why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feets:&lt;/span&gt; been on the chair for long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feets:&lt;/span&gt; ur feet r free the now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; my feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feets:&lt;/span&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; they aren't in shoes, if that's what you mean. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feets:&lt;/span&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feets:&lt;/span&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feets: &lt;/span&gt;i nee dur feet to trample my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What...what? Okay, I am so over this. I don't care that it's not even nine o'clock yet. I am SO going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-7607230089328746424?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7607230089328746424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-want-clever-conversation-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/7607230089328746424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/7607230089328746424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-want-clever-conversation-never.html' title='I Don&apos;t Want Clever Conversation, Never Want to Work that Hard'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-8601879191695017708</id><published>2010-06-03T20:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T21:04:45.461-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wat?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='script ftw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='have you met grammar?'/><title type='text'>A Brief Conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "My name is mike....I read ur bio and I liked  it..Seemed really honest.....I just joined match 5 hours ago and trying  it out....lol....Lets see I am fun and funny and nice..... .....I have  not posted pics due to a strict workplace deal ..However If u want I can  send a few to u .. I look good too !!&lt;br /&gt;Ur job is close to what I  do....I am on the phone alot and work in sales....Do u like ur job ??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heather:&lt;/span&gt; reply with, "ugh, stop. just stop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; i should reply with "that's nothing like my job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heather: &lt;/span&gt;"it's like my job in that involves a phone. like many jobs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; except for the part where i hardly use my phone. that part may be key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heather:&lt;/span&gt; but you have one, right? it's so the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heather:&lt;/span&gt; at least he's not a prostitute. or maybe that'd be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;a prostitute might know what he's doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also prefer men who don't abbreviate three letter words, but now I'm just being picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also a little weird that he called me honest because I'm pretty sure he's messaged me before today, despite having joined match only five hours ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-8601879191695017708?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/8601879191695017708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/brief-conversation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/8601879191695017708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/8601879191695017708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/brief-conversation.html' title='A Brief Conversation'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-1169146670345499994</id><published>2010-06-01T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:38:44.693-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchenozzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is why I&apos;m celibate'/><title type='text'>Craig's House of Ill Repute.</title><content type='html'>Apologies for our absence. The oil spill is drastically reducing our haul. (See what I did there? Okay, yes, it was awful. I know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon this post on CraigsList Hartford. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am a married male that is looking for a certain type of 40+ year old woman to be my personal playtoy. The reason that I want a woman over 40 is because you have already learned what life is about and you understand that the key to you being financially secure is to have a man in your life that can take care of you. In general... you need a man that can provide for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was unaware turning 40 caused women to lose their entire self-worth and become subservient gold-diggers. Is that what I have to look forward to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A playtoy to me is not a wife or girlfriend. She is a woman that takes care of my sexual needs and desires, she is a woman that I will never hit or abuse.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you'd hit or abuse your wife or girlfriend? Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She is a woman that will be there whenever I call to make sure that MY needs are satisfied. In return she gets the financial help she needs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a prostitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I WILL NOT CONSIDER A WOMAN that&lt;br /&gt;1) cannot host. I am not looking to go to hotels.&lt;br /&gt;2) has a roommate or children that live with her.&lt;br /&gt;3) is not able to be available for me 24 / 7. Whether I call you at 2 in the afternoon or 2 in the morning the only thing you should say to me is "should I be dressed or undressed when you get here".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, I'm pretty sure there are services for this. That would probably cost less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you are looking to finally not have to worry about your bills being paid, or whether the gas and electric are going to be shut off, and you are ready to use the only thing you have (your body) to make sure that you are financially takin care of then her is what I expect you to do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Just...wow. This guy thinks that all a woman has is her body? How about integrity? Pride? Oh, no, wait. She's a woman. She can't have that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff like this makes me wish I could sincerely become a lesbian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-1169146670345499994?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1169146670345499994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/craigs-house-of-ill-repute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/1169146670345499994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/1169146670345499994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/craigs-house-of-ill-repute.html' title='Craig&apos;s House of Ill Repute.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-7164572600083975636</id><published>2010-05-19T22:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:03:58.953-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who&apos;s got a poopy diaper?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetish ahoy'/><title type='text'>Oh baby.</title><content type='html'>I do not know the genesis of this encounter, but...here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had noticed this guy sent me an IM on Yahoo! Messenger a few days ago, but I wasn't around. And I'm fairly certain he sent me a friend request, but I denied it. Yet somehow he ended up on my buddy list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;bigbaby:&lt;/b&gt; hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bigbaby:&lt;/b&gt; how are you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bigbaby:&lt;/b&gt; wanna chat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; depends. who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bigbaby:&lt;/b&gt; james&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bigbaby:&lt;/b&gt; from diaperspace, you added me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; from...where? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bigbaby:&lt;/b&gt; do you like playpens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; uh... you have the wrong person.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Amadei had to go and link me to &lt;a href="http://www.diaperspace.com"&gt;DiaperSpace&lt;/a&gt;. I can assure you I was not there. To each their own. But...dude, no. Just no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Honestly? Now that I think about it... I'm betting this is a guy from OKCupid who added me on Facebook, then sent me an IM on AIM and pretended he didn't know me. Creepy.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-7164572600083975636?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7164572600083975636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-baby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/7164572600083975636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/7164572600083975636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-baby.html' title='Oh baby.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-7520486999100767491</id><published>2010-05-18T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T19:28:20.354-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='script ftw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the science of dating'/><title type='text'>He needs a reality check. STAT!</title><content type='html'>From the Department of Downright Awful Pickup Lines at PlentyofFish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My heart problem has reached a&lt;br /&gt;critical stage.&lt;br /&gt;That doctor says:&lt;br /&gt;There r only 2 options left…&lt;br /&gt;ICU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U C Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Sherif, 32, what you think?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Sherif. I think a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) That's one of the top ten worst lines I've ever heard. So congratulations on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) "U C Me" is not an actual medical term. If it were, I might think this was cute. No...no, wait. I still wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) You're 32 years old. If you don't want to be the old, skeevy guy at the bar, wearing a leisure suit and hitting on women half his age...you'll stop the script now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) No.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-7520486999100767491?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7520486999100767491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/05/he-needs-reality-check-stat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/7520486999100767491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/7520486999100767491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/05/he-needs-reality-check-stat.html' title='He needs a reality check. STAT!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-5985876618653660223</id><published>2010-05-16T03:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T03:05:36.232-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speed dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is why I&apos;m celibate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><title type='text'>Know what sucks? Fun. Fun sucks.</title><content type='html'>I do so enjoy when they don't even start with "hello."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;funguy:&lt;/b&gt; dtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; ...huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;funguy:&lt;/b&gt; down to fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; considering I didn't even know what that meant, I'm gonna go with no.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...seriously? Do people actually say that? Are we that lazy now? Is this the "sexting" kids do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;funguy:&lt;/b&gt; oh do u like to have fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; no, I hate it. what kind of question is that?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's absolutely appalling how many times I've said this to people. Usually they're trying to ask if I want to fool around with them, because apparently that's synonymous for "fun" these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;funguy:&lt;/b&gt; lol well i mean do u like to meet nice guys and have fun with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; and what do you consider "fun"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;funguy:&lt;/b&gt; getting to know u and u me, talking really getting to know one another, laughing smiling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he has described "dating." Which, when done correctly, does have the potential to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; again...what kind of question is that? sounds like an awful time to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;funguy:&lt;/b&gt; oh ok, well pce&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His sarcasm detector is broken, it would seem. And I didn't know it was that difficult to type "peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, I needed to have the last word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; work on some better openers, dude.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-5985876618653660223?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5985876618653660223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/05/know-what-sucks-fun-fun-sucks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/5985876618653660223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/5985876618653660223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/05/know-what-sucks-fun-fun-sucks.html' title='Know what sucks? Fun. Fun sucks.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-1580982726364910324</id><published>2010-05-11T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T22:28:06.756-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what&apos;s under your kilt?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicked by meat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inappropriate'/><title type='text'>My new profession?</title><content type='html'>This one - 46 years old, by the way - and I had spoken once before. All he wanted to know was whether I got aroused watching men masturbate and if I'd ever had an orgasm. I told him I wasn't answering that, and he should be on his merry way elsewhere. But alas, he returned. And I was none too pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;porny:&lt;/b&gt; I see you are having a hard time breaking out of your current employment position&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; a lot of people are. and?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;porny:&lt;/b&gt; Have you considered the adult industry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;porny:&lt;/b&gt; There are great oppurtunities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;porny:&lt;/b&gt; A lot of money can be made&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it's now considered perfectly normal and polite to open a conversation with, "Oh, you're looking for a job? I think you should do porn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; unless any of them include staying fully clothed, no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;porny:&lt;/b&gt; well some do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; and there are so many adult companies here in CT, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;porny:&lt;/b&gt; Well for instance, massage can be done clothed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; that's...not really an adult industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;porny:&lt;/b&gt; Yes, unless you are willing to do hand releases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; yeah, I don't really like touching people, so no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;porny:&lt;/b&gt; phone sex is another possibility&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as a regular consumer of such things, you'd know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; is there a point to this? because from where I sit, you're just hoping it'll lead to dirty talk, and that's not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;porny:&lt;/b&gt; no not at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;porny:&lt;/b&gt; from where I sit, I think attractive women should take advantage......make some money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; I have no issue with women who choose to do so. it's just not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;porny:&lt;/b&gt; well, you are very attractive...thought you would want to take advantage of it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, forgive me, but I must go off on a tangent. Why do men assume that all women desire to use their sexuality to get ahead? I've had more than one guy say he doesn't understand why I don't just flash my boobs to get what I want. Gee, I dunno... Maybe I want to earn it with my &lt;i&gt;brain?&lt;/i&gt; Because I do have one of those, y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; do you remember talking to me before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;porny:&lt;/b&gt; no, did we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; yes we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;porny:&lt;/b&gt; Oh, sorry don't recall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;porny:&lt;/b&gt; hope you enjoyed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; I didn't like your line of discussion then, and I don't like it now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he went away. But he'll be back. They always come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-1580982726364910324?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1580982726364910324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-new-profession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/1580982726364910324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/1580982726364910324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-new-profession.html' title='My new profession?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-2110684429968981380</id><published>2010-05-11T21:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T21:18:41.103-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sometimes honesty hurts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is why I&apos;m celibate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profile fail'/><title type='text'>Tiny Fist of Impotent Rage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You should message me if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are sick and fucking tired of people online flaking the fuck out and not giving you a straight answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Unlike some people I've met on here I will call if I can't make a planned on date and I better have a good reason cause besides illness or death I can't understand why I'd fuck up plans to go somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If I don't like you I'll tell you. If you ask why you failed to impress me I'll tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have no illusions as to why this man is still single.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-2110684429968981380?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/2110684429968981380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/05/tiny-fist-of-impotent-rage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/2110684429968981380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/2110684429968981380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/05/tiny-fist-of-impotent-rage.html' title='Tiny Fist of Impotent Rage'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-4474226077278559667</id><published>2010-05-09T22:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:32:45.647-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answer does not fit the question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inappropriate'/><title type='text'>This Post Starring David Bowie's Area</title><content type='html'>OKCupid has a feature called "Icebreaker" wherein it gives you a topic and a "mystery match." You write out your little message about the topic and it sends it off to about three other people who supposedly have that interest also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received one today with the subject "pans labyrinth." The entire body of the message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bowie balls. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, anyone who's seen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Labyrinth &lt;/span&gt;is probably very familiar with &lt;a href="http://id34111.securedata.net/areaology/area.html"&gt;David Bowie's Area&lt;/a&gt;, because it pretty much is the biggest star in the movie. The biggest...anything...in the movie, actually. So there's really no doubt to what, exactly, my mystery match was referring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Labyrinth &lt;/span&gt;is VASTLY DIFFERENT from the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pan's Labyrinth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One's sort of a fantasy word where a girl is searching for her baby brother who's been kidnapped, and one's REALLY FUCKING FREAKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And includes no Bowie balls. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to you, mystery match: failsauce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-4474226077278559667?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/4474226077278559667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-post-starring-david-bowies-area.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/4474226077278559667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/4474226077278559667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-post-starring-david-bowies-area.html' title='This Post Starring David Bowie&apos;s Area'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-4831079029767409054</id><published>2010-05-06T20:18:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T20:55:00.643-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my god it&apos;s full of capslock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews for cheap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profile fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><title type='text'>Snippets from Today's Browsing</title><content type='html'>These all came from different profiles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The first things people usually notice about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My face and my whole body and my earrings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to narrow it down there, Sparky. Is there anything they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; notice first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My favorite books, movies, music, and food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are you fucking kidding me........ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn...and here I thought I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reading your profile &lt;/span&gt;to get some information about you. Methinks someone has slightly missed the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Self-Summary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M LOOKING FOR A WOMAN WHO MAKES ME HAPPY AND HAS THE SAME LIFE GOALS AS I DO . I LOVE TO TRAVEL AND PLAY SPORTS. I LOVE TO JOKE AND LAUGH. HOBBIES ARE MMA AND INVESTMENTS. I LOVE ANIMALS AND AM VERY CLOSE TO MY FAMILY. I OWN A SUCCESSFUL BUSINESS THAT HAS BEEN GROWING RAPIDLY. I HAVE ONE SIBLING; AN OLDER BROTHER WHO IS AUTISTIC. I AM NOT A BORING PERSON AND FIND FUN IN ANYTHING. I AM CURRENTLY TRAINING HARD FOR A FIGHT IN ATLANTIC CITY AND ENJOY THE EXERCISE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMA and...investments? What makes this one give me a headache even more than the undying capslock is that he actually had someone edit this with the OKCupid editing tool...which is doubly odd because that person's profile is actually decent. I mean, were I a guy, I'd hit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, whut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My favorite books...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just finished Blink, which  presumes to be about the efficacy of snap judgments. It concludes that you should a) always trust snap judgments and b) never, ever trust snap judgments. There - I just saved you $17.99. You're welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that last one wasn't a Rotten Fish; I thought everyone might appreciate the book review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Rotten Fish of the Sea: &lt;/span&gt;Saving you money that you could have spent on bad books since 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-4831079029767409054?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/4831079029767409054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/05/snippets-from-todays-browsing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/4831079029767409054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/4831079029767409054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/05/snippets-from-todays-browsing.html' title='Snippets from Today&apos;s Browsing'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-8531600009747526209</id><published>2010-05-05T14:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T10:23:13.335-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profile fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answer does not fit the question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubris'/><title type='text'>Pedantic Ama Is Pedantic</title><content type='html'>Maybe it's just the English major in me that twitches when people don't actually respond to the question they're asked, but at least it keeps me from settling, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my new friend here: he popped up in my local matches, and the first thing I saw was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;My Self-Summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;i need a woman who still understands what it means to be a woman. treat me like a man and I will honor you like the woman you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for being pedantic, but that isn't really a summary of him, is it? Well, I guess the second sentence is, sorta, but the first sentence...it's pushing the limit in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even beyond that, what the hell does it even &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt;, exactly? "Understands what it means to be a woman"? Right now, I think that "meaning to be a woman" is having this pain radiating out of my lower back down my left leg whilst I enjoy other...uncomfortable things...that will last probably three more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I doubt that he'd want me to tell him about those particular trials and tribulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is he one of those guys who will tell his daughter that she can be anything she wants to be, but wants his wife pregnant and peeling grapes all the time? I can only assume that "treating him like a man" involves the aforementioned peeled grapes and copious amounts of fellatio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we need some clarification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edit, 5/6/2010:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; One of my friends just informed me that she got this fine fellow in her QuickMatch. Dude gets around, doesn't he!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-8531600009747526209?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/8531600009747526209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/05/pedantic-ama-is-pedantic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/8531600009747526209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/8531600009747526209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/05/pedantic-ama-is-pedantic.html' title='Pedantic Ama Is Pedantic'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-4127267507159457410</id><published>2010-05-03T20:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T20:47:18.895-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wat?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answer does not fit the question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubris'/><title type='text'>He works hard for the money.</title><content type='html'>Prior to this, the conversation was normal. We exchanged pleasantries, and he said he liked the picture of my cat. Then he awkwardly switches gears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;richfireman:&lt;/b&gt; iam firefighter Emt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; I am...not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;richfireman:&lt;/b&gt; what do you do for work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; retail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;richfireman:&lt;/b&gt; cool&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's note that I haven't changed his chosen name that much; "fireman" is in it. So there wasn't a whole lot of doubt as to what he does for a living. Nor should there have been doubt about my occupation, since I mention it very clearly in my profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;richfireman:&lt;/b&gt; i see you like to play pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; eh, yeah, I don't do it often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;richfireman:&lt;/b&gt; would like to play sometime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; well I'm sure I'll play again eventually.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would [I] like to play sometime? As someone who enjoys pool... Yes, yes I would. This is a silly question. At least I'm assuming it's a question, as it lacks the proper punctuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;richfireman:&lt;/b&gt; i would like to ask you out on a date sometime if thats ok with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; it's fine if you ask me. but I'm going to say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;richfireman:&lt;/b&gt; whys that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; well I don't know enough about you to determine whether I want to consider that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;richfireman:&lt;/b&gt; thats ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; it's okay that I might not want to consider it? yes, it is.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, dude. Like I really needed your validation to say no. So I guess the next part was an attempt to share more about himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;richfireman:&lt;/b&gt; so i work a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;richfireman:&lt;/b&gt; my pay for this week is about 200 dollars&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I...just... LOL. Is that supposed to impress me? I work a part-time retail job and make more than that. And lemme tell ya, it isn't even close to being enough. I don't really care how much money he makes, but I would like to know in which happy universe he lives where this is a lot of money. And if there are vacancies. But instead I told him I didn't really need to know that information, and...he had nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said on Twitter... I continue to be baffled by just how awkward people are online. Not good at face-to-face interaction? Great, neither am I. But why do 75% of these people seem like they just escaped from a cave and haven't spoken to a human being in years?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-4127267507159457410?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/4127267507159457410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/05/he-works-hard-for-money.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/4127267507159457410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/4127267507159457410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/05/he-works-hard-for-money.html' title='He works hard for the money.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-616000919615947562</id><published>2010-04-30T00:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T00:43:31.039-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speed dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='have you met grammar?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetish ahoy'/><title type='text'>Quality Bachelors.</title><content type='html'>Welcome to CraigsList, Western Massachusetts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So here is the deal I am utterly obsessed with the rain forest and I want out of the US. The idea is simple. My family has property in Costa Rica. To become a citizen can be a hassle. Unless, your child is born in the country, then you can apply to stay there pretty readily. If you are currently pregnant and in a bad situation or if you just want out of here for a few years in a tropical paradise or want to start a family, what ever reasoning might work for you. Let me know. Everything there is fairly cheap and simple there. I am not saying living like a gods is going to happen, but comfortable an lets face it if you have to live comfortable where is nicer the rain forest and tropics or where ever you are now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. That's a perfect plan for the woman. Leave the country and raise a child with a total stranger. Hope she knows someone who can perform a background check...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If smelling one another is enough, I've been in love with a couple hundred people. Probably more. God, I'm a slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are you ugly, fat, old, nerdy, or even handicapped? Have you lost all hope of ever getting layed?Well I'm here to help. I'm 37,and a little on the chunky side, but what I lack in looks I more than make up for with the tounge action. (not sayin I'm ugly but I'm no Brad Pitt) I will discreetly come to your house or hotel, and make with the nice nice. Just drop me a line and/or a pic and we'll talk.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is, essentially, a pity fuck from a guy who would typically be the recipient of a pity fuck. Awfully nice stroke to the ego, isn't it, Not Brad Pitt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm a fairly young Professor (in my 30s) at an Amherst college, who has always had a thing for precocious, intelligent, and (yes) sexy young women. There's something about the combination of the young female mind and the young female body.. I flatter myself to say that I've had several female students who have had an interest in me over the years. I've never pursued such interests due to the obvious seeming impropriety. However, now that Spring is here, the clothes are skimpier, and we're heading towards the last few weeks of the academic year, I find myself compelled to explore this fantasy further…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This? Is creepy. Thankfully I'm not still in college. Otherwise I'd be wearing about 75 layers to class, worried that my professor is perving on me then posting ads for sex on CraigsList.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lemme start out by sayin craigslist is pretty awesome. Its helped me get a few trucks sold my camaro n got a bunch of other stuff bought and sold from it so thankkks to Clist! This is a bit different for me than posting a truck or car or anything lol i figured id give it a try seeings how i always check clist for new auto's n stuff. Im 21yrs old an thus far its pretty damn sweet at the moment i am landscaping and doing roofs waiting to leave for basic training in oktober. I am by no means a bum or slackker id say i am far beyond driven! Im good looking i cant lie about that I have no problems getting girls im not a creeper or somebody who sits around the house on the computr 24 7, I am always outside doing something, playing in the woods on 4wheelers or the dirtbike going fishin hunting in the winter. Basically and dont mean to sound shallow but you have to be hot!! Gotta have a graet personality and be able to make me laugh and make fun of me. I can entertain like no other ill say that. If ya wan email me if ya send a pic ill give ya one back. Im sure im bound to get some of them robot sex site emails but whatever ill go around them!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I...don't think I need to comment on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-616000919615947562?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/616000919615947562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/04/quality-bachelors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/616000919615947562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/616000919615947562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/04/quality-bachelors.html' title='Quality Bachelors.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-1923786636852964259</id><published>2010-04-27T20:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T20:17:15.034-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchenozzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is why I&apos;m celibate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the science of dating'/><title type='text'>Help, help! I've lost a proton!</title><content type='html'>I wanted to make a post. One fell into my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy asked me for my AIM name right away. And I, uncharacteristically, gave it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrpositive:&lt;/b&gt; you have been on that site for 5 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrpositive:&lt;/b&gt; damn I just found it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mypositive&lt;/b&gt; meet alot of people on there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; not really, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrpositive:&lt;/b&gt; y not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; not sure. just don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrpositive:&lt;/b&gt; so does that mean u haven't had a bf in over 5 years&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's be clear: One can have a profile on OKCupid and not be single. So this is a marginally silly question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrpositive:&lt;/b&gt; thats shitty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; I'm fine with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrpositive:&lt;/b&gt; you don't want a bf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; I don't want to settle, and I haven't met anyone I find worthy of a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrpositive:&lt;/b&gt; it hasn't been 5 years for sex has it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I despise when men ask me about my sex life ten minutes into a conversation. There are tons of people that I've known for a very long time who don't know the details (for these purposes, we'll disregard the fact that there aren't many details to tell). So sorry, random dude. You're not getting them, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; and what if it has?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrpositive:&lt;/b&gt; that would really suck it's hasn't been close to that for me and I miss it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; I don't really care about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrpositive:&lt;/b&gt; about sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrpositive:&lt;/b&gt; when was the last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrpositive:&lt;/b&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; then you don't need to know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we're not having sex. Got it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrpositive:&lt;/b&gt; alright well you seem pretty negative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; about what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrpositive:&lt;/b&gt; everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; I...don't get that at all. what did I say that's negative?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm just being honest. I'm apparently negative because I don't like sex. That's what I'm getting from this. I actually think it's a sign of being fairly upbeat if one can handle living without it. Just sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrpositive:&lt;/b&gt; now i guess i understand why u havent met anyone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO YOU DID NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; don't be a dick. if you're going to say shit like that, back it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrpositive:&lt;/b&gt; you have been nothing but negative &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrpositive:&lt;/b&gt; bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; but I asked you what I said and you wouldn't answer. that means you have no reason to say that. therefore... yeah, bye.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I'm negative, you're lazy. Life goes on. But you're also a douche. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And yeah, I made a totally nerdy joke about negativity in the title. I'm just that awesome.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-1923786636852964259?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1923786636852964259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/04/help-help-ive-lost-proton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/1923786636852964259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/1923786636852964259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/04/help-help-ive-lost-proton.html' title='Help, help! I&apos;ve lost a proton!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-1333151277107478495</id><published>2010-04-22T21:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:02:29.956-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='script ftw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i cant tipe'/><title type='text'>Quickie</title><content type='html'>After the normal pleasantries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him: &lt;/span&gt;cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him: &lt;/span&gt;cute pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him: &lt;/span&gt;u dont get good comments on ur butt??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come again say what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-1333151277107478495?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1333151277107478495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/04/quickie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/1333151277107478495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/1333151277107478495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/04/quickie.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-8281873371033532774</id><published>2010-04-21T21:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:48:35.603-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you look like an alien'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the science of dating'/><title type='text'>The Science of Dating.</title><content type='html'>Normally I bring you amusement from OKCupid. But today we have a different kind of amusement from PlentyofFish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the mail I get there amounts to, "Hi, how are you?" Which is a waste of my time and theirs, really. No effort, no reply. There's effort in this one, but I'm not sure if it's the right kind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I would like to know if you would like to chat sometime? and as far as science? do you know who Nikola Tesla is?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... Um... What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mention science in my profile. Why would I? I like it just fine, but it plays no role in my dating life. I even checked to make sure I didn't type "political science," and he just missed the first half, but...no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly...who does this? Did he ask me about Tesla because he plans to electrocute me? Was it a roundabout way to tell me he has a secret love of 80s hair metal bands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is almost more strange to me than the sexual crap I get sent. Is that wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-8281873371033532774?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/8281873371033532774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/04/science-of-dating.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/8281873371033532774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/8281873371033532774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/04/science-of-dating.html' title='The Science of Dating.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-7202526038812976619</id><published>2010-04-18T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T13:57:41.740-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><title type='text'>Breaking News: Man Takes Hint.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;perceptive:&lt;/b&gt; bang out a quickie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; wow, that is a new kind of appalling. congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;perceptive:&lt;/b&gt; welcome lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; I wouldn't be laughing if I were you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;perceptive:&lt;/b&gt; why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; well, depends. did you actually want to seriously talk to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;perceptive:&lt;/b&gt; maybe. You seem interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; well you ruined it. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;perceptive:&lt;/b&gt; np. have a good one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He...went away when I said I wasn't interested... THE WORLD. IT IS ENDING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-7202526038812976619?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7202526038812976619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/04/breaking-news-man-takes-hint.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/7202526038812976619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/7202526038812976619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/04/breaking-news-man-takes-hint.html' title='Breaking News: Man Takes Hint.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-1754870966950306905</id><published>2010-04-18T13:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T16:21:44.747-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speed dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sometimes honesty hurts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='script ftw'/><title type='text'>Too Much Honesty, Part V: What the...?</title><content type='html'>I probably should have figured that if I spent any time at all with my OKCupid IM client on, he would have IMed me again, but it didn't really cross my mind. Thus, he popped up again last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Honest:&lt;/span&gt; you are rather lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously reading this with one eyebrow glued to the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Honest: &lt;/span&gt;will we ever get to meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;beats me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Honest: &lt;/span&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Honest: &lt;/span&gt;because i'd love to have you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to believe that this is really one of you readers out there screwing around with me, but as he started IMing me before Heather and I conceived the idea for this blog, I'm left with the unfortunate conclusion that he honestly thinks this is going to get me to meet with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, I signed off last night and fell asleep. Today, when I signed on, I didn't realize that the IM client was still running when I got another message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Honest: &lt;/span&gt;hello :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; hallo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Honest:&lt;/span&gt; how are you, my sweet cake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick interjection: "My sweet cake?" I'm not as anti-pet names as Heather is, but don't you have to have had some sort of relationship above hi-how-are-you-wanna-make-out before you get into them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;i suppose i'm alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Honest:&lt;/span&gt; wanna makeout?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; with you? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Honest: &lt;/span&gt;oh, why not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little "oh" made me feel like I had just kicked a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; because it is undeniably creepy that every time you IM me, you jump straight to making out/making love/whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Honest: &lt;/span&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; wow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Honest:&lt;/span&gt; well i think you being so closed off is creepy, bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to start a betting pool as to when the next time he'll message me is? Anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-1754870966950306905?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1754870966950306905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/04/too-much-honesty-part-v-what_18.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/1754870966950306905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/1754870966950306905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/04/too-much-honesty-part-v-what_18.html' title='Too Much Honesty, Part V: What the...?'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-3022271678071431864</id><published>2010-04-14T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:52:24.303-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='script ftw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='have you met grammar?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><title type='text'>Briefs. Not like underwear.</title><content type='html'>Some excerpts from the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;whaaa:&lt;/b&gt; hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;whaaa:&lt;/b&gt; lets talking&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I know I can talk. You, however... I'm not so sure about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;adjectiveguy:&lt;/b&gt; 3 words for me: Creative, Passionate, Dominant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; um...good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;adjectiveguy:&lt;/b&gt; And youre how affectionate, quiet warm submissive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; no, no, and no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;adjectiveguy:&lt;/b&gt; Ok take care then&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man clearly did not read my profile. Actually, he told me so much prior to this, and also tried to convince me writing about oneself is a "creative exercise." Except...it's an autobiography... Well, he's creative. I guess he'd know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's fun. We'd been talking for approximately five minutes before this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;overzealous:&lt;/b&gt; may be we could go out sometime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; you're a little young for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;overzealous:&lt;/b&gt; am 20 is that going to be a problem its not for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; it's a little young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;overzealous:&lt;/b&gt; so its not gonna work ur saying right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; well it might not work for a number of reasons, but that's not helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;overzealous:&lt;/b&gt; can u tell me what will so i can do it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do men do this? Why do they assume every conversation is going to lead to a relationship? They can't just get to know a woman. It's so frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; ...no. we don't know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;overzealous:&lt;/b&gt; we are getting there right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; not...really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;overzealous:&lt;/b&gt; why not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; you're getting a little ahead of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;overzealous:&lt;/b&gt; with what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; even asking if it would work out. if WHAT would work out? we're just talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;overzealous:&lt;/b&gt; getting to know u, ok am sorry i maybe was alittle over my head&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and getting to know me doesn't "work out" or "not work out." It's a neutral entity. I...don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;overzealous:&lt;/b&gt; lets jus take this slow and get to know each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; how about we just TALK and not assume we need to take anything slowly?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oy. Then he asked if he could call me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; I don't give out my number after 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;overzealous:&lt;/b&gt; ok ur jus giving me a hard time thats good cause nothing thats good comes easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; if you're going to say crap like that, it's not going to come at all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's tried to IM me four times since. Clearly he got the hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one's just amusing. I enjoy a good ellipsis. Frequently. And he noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;grammarpolice:&lt;/b&gt; u like using dots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; except that's not what they're called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;grammarpolice:&lt;/b&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; ellipsis. the correct term is ellipsis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;grammarpolice:&lt;/b&gt; well sorry im not "intellectual" enough for u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; I...don't recall saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;grammarpolice:&lt;/b&gt; o...k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; that isn't quite the correct usage, but...uh, cool.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-3022271678071431864?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3022271678071431864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/04/briefs-not-like-underwear.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/3022271678071431864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/3022271678071431864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/04/briefs-not-like-underwear.html' title='Briefs. Not like underwear.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-9214446490938969716</id><published>2010-04-12T21:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T21:24:37.952-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tee hee hee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tmi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profile fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><title type='text'>I'll Just Leave This Here...</title><content type='html'>I do not know if this profile is for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLKAJlyFPdc/S8PG1NnCwwI/AAAAAAAAADM/FCALheFGuPs/s1600/buttbongo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLKAJlyFPdc/S8PG1NnCwwI/AAAAAAAAADM/FCALheFGuPs/s320/buttbongo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459425790791959298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, working on the assumption that I'm not being punk'd, I'm very, very concerned for the human race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes are that his profile is being truthful when it says he has no children, and perhaps that he Darwin himself attempting to join the Guinness Book for largest methane flame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-9214446490938969716?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/9214446490938969716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/04/ill-just-leave-this-here.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/9214446490938969716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/9214446490938969716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/04/ill-just-leave-this-here.html' title='I&apos;ll Just Leave This Here...'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLKAJlyFPdc/S8PG1NnCwwI/AAAAAAAAADM/FCALheFGuPs/s72-c/buttbongo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-6047186734247277940</id><published>2010-04-10T02:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T02:47:50.800-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicked by meat'/><title type='text'>No offense.</title><content type='html'>I came back from brushing my teeth and saw this IM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Im gonna be really honest, you look like you'd give good head. No offense.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I...don't even have commentary for this. Just...why me? Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-6047186734247277940?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/6047186734247277940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-offense.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/6047186734247277940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/6047186734247277940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-offense.html' title='No offense.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-7408226639849318457</id><published>2010-04-03T23:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T00:26:55.517-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my god it&apos;s full of capslock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wat?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profile fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='have you met grammar?'/><title type='text'>Capslock Is the Cruise Control for COOL</title><content type='html'>Tagline: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LET THE WORLD BEWARE I AM LOOKING FOR MY QUEEN MY( TIHERY JOSE). TIYPE  WHEN I FIND HER IT OVER .SELF MAN MAN I WILL HAVE HER !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what a Tihery Jose is, or what a "self man man" is, but I'm actually more concerned with the last little phrase there. The "I WILL HAVE HER" one. That creeps me the hell out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profile: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALFA MALE SEEK QUEEN MUST HAVE A TASTE FOR LIFE MUST BE WILLING TO WORK  HARD AT IT WITH GREAT EFFORD COME GREAT REWARD IF YOU CAN WORK HARD WITH  ME ,AND STIL WHERE THE HELL OUT OF A SILK DRESS ON OWER VACATIONS THEN  WE CAN WORK I AM BUILDING AN LIFE FOR THE BETTER I JUST NEED ONE GOOD  WOMEN .THEN THE WORLD BEWARE NOTHING WILL STOP US!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Is an alfa male full of hay?&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't know if whereing the hell out of a silk dress is a good idea, even if it is on "ower vacations."&lt;br /&gt;3. He needs one good women. Er, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also lists his profession as a "master &lt;span class="value"&gt;weilder/ engineer" which only makes me wonder what he professionally weilds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-7408226639849318457?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7408226639849318457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/04/capslock-is-cruise-control-for-cool.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/7408226639849318457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/7408226639849318457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/04/capslock-is-cruise-control-for-cool.html' title='Capslock Is the Cruise Control for COOL'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-8170398153863373107</id><published>2010-04-02T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T20:59:23.198-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='have you met grammar?'/><title type='text'>He would like to buy a vowel.</title><content type='html'>I have no words. And he doesn't seem to have any, either. At least not entire ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;shorthand:&lt;/b&gt; hmm .... whr ar u&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; are you trying to ask me WHERE I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;shorthand:&lt;/b&gt; yup yup&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that clears things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; that information is on my profile, I'm fairly sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;shorthand:&lt;/b&gt; ya bt it doesnt tells d current loctn i mean ur in offce home etcc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; wow... I'm not answering anything until you start asking it in English. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;shorthand:&lt;/b&gt; haha its in english dear .. iiam just using shorthand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen any shorthand that looks like that. Am I missing something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; and it makes you look stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;shorthand:&lt;/b&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;shorthand:&lt;/b&gt; really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;shorthand:&lt;/b&gt; actually its hard to type entire words exactly while chatting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; that's funny... I manage to do it. I don't find it difficult at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;shorthand:&lt;/b&gt; because you arn't use too of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;shorthand:&lt;/b&gt; am :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't even make any sense. Of course I'm not used to it. Because I like appearing literate in my interactions with other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;shorthand:&lt;/b&gt; so ... wat you do in general&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; I'm sorry... I'm afraid we're going to hit an enormous language barrier. perhaps we should end it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;shorthand:&lt;/b&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;shorthand:&lt;/b&gt; fine lady its all your wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; well that's the first sentence I've understood.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just add here... He was &lt;b&gt;24&lt;/b&gt;. Far too old for this half-assed attempt at communication. Oy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-8170398153863373107?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/8170398153863373107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-would-like-to-buy-vowel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/8170398153863373107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/8170398153863373107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-would-like-to-buy-vowel.html' title='He would like to buy a vowel.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-456939893903277260</id><published>2010-04-01T18:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T19:04:22.513-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speed dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wat?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profile fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answer does not fit the question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><title type='text'>Like Sting I'm Tantric; Like Snickers Guaranteed to Satisfy</title><content type='html'>A while ago, I got a message in my OKCupid inbox that merely said “Hi.” No subject. There wasn’t even actually any punctuation in the original. Annoyed, as this was about the fiftieth (okay, I’m exaggerating) message I’ve gotten where the man in question put in zero effort, I shot back a reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This may seem like a strange question, but if you took the time to actually pull up the message sending screen and type out a word, wouldn't it have made sense to actually type a message worth responding to rather than just an uninteresting greeting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, I responded, but the message itself wasn’t really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;worth &lt;/span&gt;responding to. A moment of weakness, I know. I received the following in response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I thought an uninteresting word might be better than an uninteresting message. I work as an economist, also go on a weekly radio show as a guest expert. am looking for a compatible companion. Am kind and understanding. i guess the best way to get to know each other is through the phone. Here`s my number, [telephone number redacted].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all probably have figured out by now &lt;a href="http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/02/return-of-irmedd420.html"&gt;how I feel about people throwing their telephone numbers at me&lt;/a&gt;. Like I do, though, I took a look at his profile which reads something like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How to Win Friends and Influence People&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Joy of Sex &lt;/span&gt;had an ill-advised ménage à trois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, his “Self-Summary” states&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“God gave men both a penis and a brain, but unfortunately not enough blood supply to run both at the same time.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hillary Clinton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring the fact that I believe that’s a Robin Williams quote (if he didn’t steal it from someone else—though I doubt that if he did, he stole it from Hillary Clinton), isn’t it generally considered bad form to basically say, “Hi, I’m male, and therefore have  no self-control, so if I start humping your leg, just remember that it’s because I think you’re cute?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the “What I’m doing with my life” section, the first thing it says is “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flirting&lt;/span&gt;” followed by pretty much what he said in his second sentence in the message to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His profile goes on to say that he’s “really good at”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loving, sexual tension. theorizing. tantric. being childlike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A man asked a woman, "Would you go to bed with me for $100 million?". She said yes. Then he asked, "would you go to bed with me for 50 cents". She shouted,"what sort of a woman do you think i am". He said "we`ve settled that, we`re just haggling about the price now".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one word in that entire bolded bit that is remotely interesting, and it’s not in the paragraph where he basically says that every woman’s a whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am somewhat concerned, however, by the fact that the gentleman purports to be an economist, yet under the six things he could never do without he has “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An investment in sex pays the best interest. Benjamin Franklin.&lt;/span&gt;” While he did manage to cite the correct person this time, I can’t help but wonder if he thinks the quote is six words or that it translates into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I’m pretty sure he isn’t the brightest bulb in the box if only because the next section reads “I spend a lot of time thinking about&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; if I could have any woman in the world, would looks matter?&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about being messaged by this fine example of masculinity is that today I got another message from him. This one just reads “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interested?&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so charmed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-456939893903277260?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/456939893903277260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/04/like-sting-im-tantric-like-snickers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/456939893903277260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/456939893903277260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/04/like-sting-im-tantric-like-snickers.html' title='Like Sting I&apos;m Tantric; Like Snickers Guaranteed to Satisfy'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-8195249411889158939</id><published>2010-03-31T17:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T17:39:32.198-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I do not have a complex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ama&apos;s best of craigslist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetish ahoy'/><title type='text'>Ama's Best of Craigslist, Part II: Fetishes Ahoy!</title><content type='html'>More fun from the Philadelphia, PA Craigslist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Attn: Flight Attendants - 41 (Airport Marriott)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am a frequent flyer that is always treated very well in the air. Now it is my turn to pay you back. Let me help you alleviate some of the stress fro traveling. I am a business professional that is considered good looking. 5'9" 188#, with dark hair and great eyes (what others have said). Not looking for anything more than just a nice time where you are the center of attention. I derive a tremendous amount of pleasure from making you feel incredible. Please be a nonsmoker, ddf. Age, weight, and race are not of great importance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my favourite part of this one is that he makes it sound like he's doing the flight attendants a huge favour by offering to shack up with them at the Airport Marriott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Love to Lick - m4w - 60 (Phila &amp;amp; Burbs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Title says it all. I make love with my mouth and tongue front and rear, and can't get enough, and I don't look for reciprocation. I am 60, very nice looking extremely clean, and very respectful; and I am interested in a LTR. If you are interested please put the word licker in the subject line. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The...front...and rear...of his tongue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CFNM -- If you know what this means then I am willing to be the NM - 47 (CC-ChestnutHill-UCity-Yunk-Rox)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hi ladies... I'm a nice, intelligent guy who enjoys CFNM... I am happy to clean your apt or studio or anything that you want me to do with me being naked and you clothed. No sex, I will just enjoy the experience and take care of myself after I have done whatever you want me to do. 47, six two, two thirty, seven and half... neatly trimmed beard and mustache, Brn Hair, Brn Eyes... I'm experienced and always anxious to please....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I read this posting, I had no idea what CFNM. To save you a Googling and coming across the site that I found, it means "Clothed Female Nude Male." It's a relatively tame fetish, so I'm concerned that I've never heard of it before, especially since the website I found was...well...fully stocked with all one's CFNM needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, calling the Manayunk area of Philly just "Yunk" made me giggle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-8195249411889158939?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/8195249411889158939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/amas-best-of-craigslist-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/8195249411889158939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/8195249411889158939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/amas-best-of-craigslist-part-ii.html' title='Ama&apos;s Best of Craigslist, Part II: Fetishes Ahoy!'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-1029521921228365481</id><published>2010-03-30T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T00:37:20.775-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tmi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is why I&apos;m celibate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inappropriate'/><title type='text'>Just lie there.</title><content type='html'>This one seemed literate. I wasn't as skeptical as I usually am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchange our pleasantries, and then he says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;demanding:&lt;/b&gt; hmm i'm not sure we're very compatible according to your questions and answers :p&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which I wanted to reply, "Then why did you even IM me?" But I, y'know...didn't. Instead we talked it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;demanding:&lt;/b&gt; you'd let your partner have sex with someone else if they had a fetish to satisfy? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;demanding:&lt;/b&gt; like the biggest fetish i can think of is an amputee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; that was a tricky one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; I don't necessarily think sexual infidelity is the same as emotional infidelity, so that might not bother me if it was JUST sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;demanding:&lt;/b&gt; well they are different i agree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; I'm not into open relationships or anything like that, though. as soon as I saw it was more than superficial, I'd be gone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was why we were incompatible? Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;demanding:&lt;/b&gt; well in any case i have a pretty high sex drive and I'm a fairly demanding partner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; oh. well congratulations on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;demanding:&lt;/b&gt; yeah we're not that compatible :p&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that I actually said nothing about my own sex drive there. But I will now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; it completely boggles my mind that you'd go there right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; that right there tells me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;demanding:&lt;/b&gt; my ex wife used to just lie there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;demanding:&lt;/b&gt; I'm not going through that again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, TMI. Didn't need to know that about your ex wife, pal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; so wait a minute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; you send a total stranger a message on an online dating site, and your first thought is, "I wonder how the sex would be"?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had no response to that. Too bad. I really wanted to know how that approach worked out for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-1029521921228365481?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1029521921228365481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-lie-there.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/1029521921228365481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/1029521921228365481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-lie-there.html' title='Just lie there.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-3968888725511338590</id><published>2010-03-28T13:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T13:12:51.257-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speed dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is why I&apos;m celibate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does this ever work?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inappropriate'/><title type='text'>SWM LF FWB</title><content type='html'>And then one morning, I woke up to this message in my inbox:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey [my handle], would you be interested in friends with benefits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I respond with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. While I appreciate your upfrontedness, I'm going to have to pass.&lt;br /&gt;B. I am always interested in friends with benefits, just not with you.&lt;br /&gt;C. Wouldn't that require that we be friends first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really wondering, though, if this approach has ever worked in the history of ever. Does anyone know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-3968888725511338590?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3968888725511338590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/swm-lf-fwb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/3968888725511338590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/3968888725511338590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/swm-lf-fwb.html' title='SWM LF FWB'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-4725888684062926177</id><published>2010-03-25T18:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T13:07:41.793-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speed dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wat?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sometimes honesty hurts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is why I&apos;m celibate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='script ftw'/><title type='text'>Too Much Honesty, Part IV: Are You Curious About the Epilogue?</title><content type='html'>There I was, minding my own business, when an IM window popped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: how are you? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: good &amp;amp; yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: well :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: good to hear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering we parted on not so friendly terms last time, I was wary. Then I remembered that this man has the memory span of an epileptic goldfish and knew I'd probably, at the very least, get a post out the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: mmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: mmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: mmhmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: is that a happy mmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: mmhmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: wanna make out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like death, taxes, and my friend Honest. I am curious to know if this ploy has every worked for him in the jefftyjeff years he's been using it. I decided, however, to go the clueless route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: that would be somewhat difficult considering we're on two ends of a computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: well i meant would you like to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: in general, yes, i am a fan of making out. with you specifically, i do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: hmmm :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: just bein' honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: no need to explain &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It occurred to me during this last conversation that I've been assuming this whole time that he doesn't remember that he talked to me before, but what if he's thinking the same thing about me? What if he thinks I don't remember us ever talking before? What if it's like some sort of Möbius strip of me thinking he doesn't remember me him thinking I don't remember him me thinking he doesn't remember me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still voting for MPD, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Edit: &lt;/span&gt;Oh, and I almost completely forgot to mention! I checked OKCupid's IM logs and apparently he's IMed me not once, but TWICE when I was away from the computer in the past month. Bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-4725888684062926177?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/4725888684062926177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/too-much-honesty-part-iv-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/4725888684062926177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/4725888684062926177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/too-much-honesty-part-iv-are-you.html' title='Too Much Honesty, Part IV: Are You Curious About the Epilogue?'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-7521399911197894353</id><published>2010-03-24T21:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T22:05:58.903-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profile fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubris'/><title type='text'>Channeling Flatulence for Fun and Profit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLKAJlyFPdc/S6q3F-V3gbI/AAAAAAAAACE/esCCeXZbhfg/s1600/fartart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLKAJlyFPdc/S6q3F-V3gbI/AAAAAAAAACE/esCCeXZbhfg/s320/fartart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452371612147351986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does WHAT to art?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His profile also says that he's really good at "writing absurdist literature," which I am disinclined to believe given the off the scale reading I got on my Tryingtoohardometer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-7521399911197894353?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7521399911197894353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/channeling-flatulence-for-fun-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/7521399911197894353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/7521399911197894353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/channeling-flatulence-for-fun-and.html' title='Channeling Flatulence for Fun and Profit'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bLKAJlyFPdc/S6q3F-V3gbI/AAAAAAAAACE/esCCeXZbhfg/s72-c/fartart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-1474084567838502791</id><published>2010-03-23T22:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:58:57.437-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchenozzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tmi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wat?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='script ftw'/><title type='text'>Driving: A Useless Gesture</title><content type='html'>This came after I, again, was insisting that I don't just randomly meet people for the first time at their houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Driven&lt;/span&gt;: i don't drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Driven&lt;/span&gt;: do i need a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: no. i was just wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Driven&lt;/span&gt;: it's a useless gesture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: driving or wondering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Driven&lt;/span&gt;: driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Driven&lt;/span&gt;: how many cars do you see on any given road at any time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Driven&lt;/span&gt;: answer: too many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Driven&lt;/span&gt;: how many people die because of automobile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Driven&lt;/span&gt;: too many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Driven&lt;/span&gt;: how many gallons of crude oil need pumped from the ground to fuel all of these things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Driven&lt;/span&gt;: too many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Driven&lt;/span&gt;: it's disgustingly excessive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...okay, then...I'll just take my little driving-enjoying-self and go over here to guzzle some more crude oil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-1474084567838502791?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-6665158805633801008</id><published>2010-03-22T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:42:38.752-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my god it&apos;s full of capslock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchenozzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profile fail'/><title type='text'>The Intimidator.</title><content type='html'>Got this one late last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I WILL TRY THIS , YOUR PROFILE IS A LITTLE INTIMIDATING . BUT MAYBE IM NOT YOUR TYPE. I KNOW YOU DNT WNT KIDS BUT THERE ARE GOOD MEN OUT THERE AND SOME OF US DO HAVE KIDS. YOU SEEM BITTER&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. You are not making friends, buddy. Shout at a girl, state the obvious, then call her bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the irony in the matter? In his profile, he gets indignant about how "most women want a black or latino man now," like it's a "fad," and one day they'll "open their eyes" and realize white men are just as good. But he's not bitter! I am. Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also didn't realize that the ability to string more than three words together in a coherent, grammatically-correct sentence made me "intimidating." I'm sorry, should I say "like" more and twirl my hair around my finger? Does that make me, like, more approachable? (Insert hair twirl here, and a gum pop for good measure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was my response: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;First of all, no need to yell. You might want to turn off your caps lock. It's off-putting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not particularly fond of kids and don't want to be a parent or in a parental role. It's just my preference. And those good men that have kids can just be good for someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me or what I've been through, so maybe, if I'm bitter, I have a reason to be. However, I don't feel that's the case. I just know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're right - you're not my type. Good luck.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was much nicer that I could have been. I'm clearly getting rusty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-6665158805633801008?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/6665158805633801008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/intimidator.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/6665158805633801008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/6665158805633801008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/intimidator.html' title='The Intimidator.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-863636339252047299</id><published>2010-03-20T02:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T02:22:36.240-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='et no phone home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchenozzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you look like an alien'/><title type='text'>I'm actually from Uranus.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so we're just going to file this under "I Seriously Hope a Head Injury Can Explain this Behavior."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;etlover:&lt;/b&gt; hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;etlover:&lt;/b&gt; how are you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; fine. you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;etlover:&lt;/b&gt; im doin good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;etlover:&lt;/b&gt; where u from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; um... did you read my profile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;etlover:&lt;/b&gt; only for a sec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; but not the part right at the top that says...where I'm from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;etlover:&lt;/b&gt; ohhh your gettin funny you fucking alien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; lol. alien? okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;etlover:&lt;/b&gt; extra terestrial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;etlover:&lt;/b&gt; E.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: yeah, I got that part. just not sure why you're calling me one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;etlover&lt;/b&gt;: it wouldn't be cause you look like an alien or anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: oh, so that's where this is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;etlover:&lt;/b&gt; maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; that would be highly mature and dignified of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;etlover:&lt;/b&gt; stfu you alien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;etlover:&lt;/b&gt; seriously goo back to mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; lol. have you been drinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;etlover:&lt;/b&gt; i dnt drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: then what's your excuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;etlover:&lt;/b&gt; the fact that you look like an alien maybe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;etlover:&lt;/b&gt; perhaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; oh, you're just a jackass? got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;etlover:&lt;/b&gt; ur an alien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; okay, if you say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;etlover:&lt;/b&gt; i do say sooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;etlover:&lt;/b&gt; i shuld contact the auothorites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; so you didn't read my profile, and you think I look like an alien. what was the point of IMing me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;etlover:&lt;/b&gt; cause ive never talked to a alien before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;etlover:&lt;/b&gt; and i my penis is quite sizeable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; well. you still haven't. and...congratulations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;etlover:&lt;/b&gt; soo your not an alien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; not that I'm aware of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;etlover:&lt;/b&gt; i beg to differ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; on what grounds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;etlover:&lt;/b&gt; on the grounds that you look liek an alien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; alright. well I'm about done here. have anything substantial to say, or are you just going to continue being ridiculous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;etlover:&lt;/b&gt; alien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; okay. have a good night, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;etlover:&lt;/b&gt; k alien&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even think there's anything else I can say about this. Except that Amadei has Psychic Tagging Abilities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-863636339252047299?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/863636339252047299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-actually-from-uranus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/863636339252047299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/863636339252047299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-actually-from-uranus.html' title='I&apos;m actually from Uranus.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-1534003943693662527</id><published>2010-03-17T01:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T01:59:04.027-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchenozzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inappropriate'/><title type='text'>Jugs.</title><content type='html'>I had the misfortune of being away from the computer for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;realwinner:&lt;/b&gt; u look like u have amazing jugs...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...really, dude? &lt;i&gt;Really?&lt;/i&gt; I'm not sure if that offends me on principle, or simply because people still use the word "jugs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;realwinner:&lt;/b&gt; i guess your not talkative, but i just wanted to give you a compliment. havea nice day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, that's quite a compliment. Making a creepy comment about my breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then about three hours later, when I was also, sadly, away from the computer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;realwinner:&lt;/b&gt; sorry about the comment about your breasts before. i didn't mean to offend u.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, uh...at least he apologized. Hopefully my unintentional silence will tell him that's not exactly the best way to approach a woman. Which is probably much nicer than what I would have said to him had I been present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-1534003943693662527?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1534003943693662527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/jugs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/1534003943693662527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/1534003943693662527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/jugs.html' title='Jugs.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-7422963426183900418</id><published>2010-03-14T21:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:04:48.939-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wat?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is why I&apos;m celibate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='have you met grammar?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedobear says TOO OLD'/><title type='text'>But At Least We Could Talk About It...</title><content type='html'>This is the first message I got on OKCupid that made me go "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From: &lt;/span&gt;[handle redacted, even though I really wanted to leave it as it only adds to the WTFery]&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Hello Brutally Honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Did you ever just what to shake your parents up ? If yes you should email my back ... By me showing up with a breed ... and old-enough to be your father and some ... we can shake up the world ... I love to travel ... have a motorcycle ... I'm great at canoeing and looking forward canoeing the John Henizs Nature Center near Phil. ... If you reply we can at least talk about it ... ha ... lol ... thanks ... HUGS Howard ... ex New Yorker in Pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His major selling points include&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the opportunity to "shake my parents up"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being the same age as my mother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having much skill with a canoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being a "breed," and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;many ellipses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I know you're all jealous and in SHOCK that I didn't message him back...but being an ex-New Yorker? That's such a dealbreaker for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-7422963426183900418?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7422963426183900418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/but-at-least-we-could-talk-about-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/7422963426183900418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/7422963426183900418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/but-at-least-we-could-talk-about-it.html' title='But At Least We Could Talk About It...'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-3085356559651733167</id><published>2010-03-12T23:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T23:53:01.533-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchenozzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I do not have a complex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tmi'/><title type='text'>Mental: The Unexpected Part Deux</title><content type='html'>I wasn't aware there'd be a second installment to this saga, but here we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my recent entries was about a man who chose to tell me in his first message to me that he was both institutionalized and incarcerated in the past. The manner in which he revealed it did not sit well with me. I didn't reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he sent me another message. Subject line: "What gives?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is it that you didn't like about my message? You didn't even check out my profile. That's not being very open-minded! Oh well, maybe you will reconsider when you aren't having any luck with anyone else. Take care.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all... I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; read his profile. Sometimes I choose the "browse anonymously" option on OKCupid, so people won't know that I've visited. Not that it mattered, because his (pages-long) message was essentially a re-wording of everything written in his profile. I can't stand it when people do that. There's putting thought into a message, and then there's wasting your time telling me things I can find out easily. Then again, with the frequency most men tell me they don't read my profile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, nowhere in my profile do I claim to be open-minded. Do I think I am? Yes. But if you actually read what's written in my profile, I sound exactly the opposite. I reply to messages "very selectively" according to OKCupid (and that's prominently placed), and I say myself that I'm picky. What about that would lead him to believe that he'd get a response in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally... He hopes I'll reconsider when I'm not having any luck? So...what he's saying here is that he wants to be the guy I settle for? Well. That's awesome. And that comes off very rude to me for some reason, as well. Implying that I can't do any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't decided if I'm going to respond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-3085356559651733167?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3085356559651733167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/mental-unexpected-part-deux.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/3085356559651733167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/3085356559651733167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/mental-unexpected-part-deux.html' title='Mental: The Unexpected Part Deux'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-4486625162662408252</id><published>2010-03-12T21:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T07:50:38.828-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tmi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicked by meat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is why I&apos;m celibate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ama&apos;s best of craigslist'/><title type='text'>Ama’s Best of Craigslist, Part I</title><content type='html'>I know that picking on Craigslist personals is like shooting fish in a barrel, but sometimes I just can't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the men looking for women section of the Philadelphia, PA Cragislist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Looking for a lady who loves tickling feet - 40 (Berwyn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I am a single professional man with a unique interest. I love having a woman tie me up and tickle torture my feet. There is nothing I can do to hold back the laughter. I also enjoy giving my partner a really good foot tickling and watching her laugh hysterically. I am searching for a woman with very ticklish feet who would like to get together on a regular basis for a few hours of stress relieving mutual tickling fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is weird enough on its own, but what really put me over the edge was that he wants this to be an on-going thing. I’m thinking maybe he should &lt;a href="http://cuddleparty.com/"&gt;try a Cuddle Party&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;NEED TO RELOCATE ? - 55 (upper bucks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Tired of paying that outragious rent need to get away for whatever reason , this economy sucks so wherever you can save we all do it , which brings me to the subject i have a very lg mobile home in upper bucks your part would be $400-$450 full facilities now for the pitch in lieu of that lowent and if the chemestry is good for us both must include sex from tome to time , if i still got your attn. im drama free you be too. like weightlifting nice home jym m/c harley of course boating and movies ( horror) very laid back semi couch potato if this sounds interesting to you lets meet and talk see what happens . Age unimportant no kids sorry attractive a big plus will only answer to those that also send pic and i will return mine , if i dont write back its probably the fact that every body has a type there looking for maybe i wont be yours either . Sorry about this being a little unorthadox but i dont hang out at clubs and im retired so i dont meet that many people and i suck at supermarkets haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn’t read through that block of text, here’s the synopsis: the man has a large mobile home and is looking for a roommate. The rent would be $400-450, HOWEVER, in lieu of that, if “the chemestry is good for us both must include sex from tome to time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can either pay that lowent or you can have carnal relations with a laid back semi couch potato. Be still my beating heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for this last one, I’ll keep it simple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;wanna fuck now i can pick u up - 27 (any where in philly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;just wanting to fuck i can pick u up drop u off and i can host send a pic or descreiption or yuor number ill send a pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is just so undeniably classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What cracks me up the most is that he's so desperate to get laid that he'll post that ad, but he has &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;standards&lt;/span&gt; so he needs to see the woman's picture first. Riiight....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-4486625162662408252?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/4486625162662408252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/amas-best-of-craigslist-part-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/4486625162662408252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/4486625162662408252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/amas-best-of-craigslist-part-i.html' title='Ama’s Best of Craigslist, Part I'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-8484226464255602369</id><published>2010-03-09T00:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T00:13:18.702-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profile fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answer does not fit the question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='have you met grammar?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><title type='text'>Do you understand the words coming out of my fingers?</title><content type='html'>This eloquent gentleman sent me an IM last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrilliterate:&lt;/b&gt; what up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrilliterate:&lt;/b&gt; u have yahoo or aol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrilliterate:&lt;/b&gt; add me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, excuse you. Don't tell me what to do. And we're talking here. What's the rush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; why would I do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrilliterate:&lt;/b&gt; to talk more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; and how do I know I want to talk to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrilliterate:&lt;/b&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; oh, great answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I'm wondering if he can even comprehend sentences longer than two words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrilliterate:&lt;/b&gt; how do i look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; is that supposed to be the deciding factor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrilliterate:&lt;/b&gt; k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's...not an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrilliterate:&lt;/b&gt; what u think of my profile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; haven't read it. I'm unimpressed with the sentence fragments I'm seeing here thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just when I thought he was gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrilliterate:&lt;/b&gt; u read it yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrilliterate:&lt;/b&gt; what u think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; what do you think I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrilliterate:&lt;/b&gt; idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; did you read MY profile? because then I think you'd know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a hardcore Christian, and he's into things like four-wheeling and NASCAR. He mentions he had to have someone type out his profile &lt;i&gt;for him&lt;/i&gt; so that it was comprehensible. Oh, and he lives 1000 miles away. No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrilliterate:&lt;/b&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; oh, so I'm expected to read yours but you can't give me the same courtesy? that's nice of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrilliterate:&lt;/b&gt; nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's reminding me of someone who is clearly not listening when someone else is talking, so they pick out key words and repeat them to make it appear as if they're paying attention. Those nineteen words were obviously TL;DR for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; I'm pretty sure you just sent me an IM because I have boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrilliterate:&lt;/b&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; then why if you don't even know what I'm about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrilliterate:&lt;/b&gt; just u was on and your pic was cuite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all... "You was"? That makes me twitchy. And second... I really, sincerely do not understand this. We have online dating &lt;i&gt;profiles&lt;/i&gt; so that we can learn something about a person first and not waste their time talking when we're not compatible. Unless I'm wrong and "your pic was cuite" is enough upon which to base a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully he got the hint after that. Oy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-8484226464255602369?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/8484226464255602369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-you-understand-words-coming-out-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/8484226464255602369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/8484226464255602369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-you-understand-words-coming-out-of.html' title='Do you understand the words coming out of my fingers?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-8488161337489413603</id><published>2010-03-07T13:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T13:49:32.301-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profile fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answer does not fit the question'/><title type='text'>Also, He Is Single, Easy Going, and Gentle</title><content type='html'>I woke up one morning, and had this waiting for me in my inbox:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hiya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you? You are truly a beautiful woman, and it would be my privilege to be able to talk with you and get to know you more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If intrested please add my ID: shanxxxx@yahoo.com or shanxxxx@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Shan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for a moment, I thought, "Well, that's kinda cheesy, but cute in a way, so let's take a look at his profile because the last thing we want to do is to make snap decisions, yeah?" So I looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLKAJlyFPdc/S5P0C86LwWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ztyp30byoWo/s1600-h/repetition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLKAJlyFPdc/S5P0C86LwWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ztyp30byoWo/s400/repetition.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445964705968144738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have a theory, and one that may be totally off-base, but I have this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;theory &lt;/span&gt;that he's looking for someone who's sincere, loyal, honest, and doesn't play games. I also get this feeling that she has to have a great sense of humour because he's very sarcastic and she has to be able to keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's just this sort of feeling I have. No idea how I could have come to that kind of notion, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-8488161337489413603?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/8488161337489413603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/also-he-is-single-easy-going-and-gentle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/8488161337489413603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/8488161337489413603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/also-he-is-single-easy-going-and-gentle.html' title='Also, He Is Single, Easy Going, and Gentle'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bLKAJlyFPdc/S5P0C86LwWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ztyp30byoWo/s72-c/repetition.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-2690760725487604885</id><published>2010-03-06T19:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T19:04:25.157-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tmi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sometimes honesty hurts'/><title type='text'>Mental.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so this one's semi-serious. I feel bad, but at the same time, I also...don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, if you will, you're at a bar with your friends. An average-looking guy approaches you and this is his opening line: "Hi, I'm [Name]. I suffer from bipolar disorder, paranoia, hallucinations, and aggressive outbursts, and was institutionalized at a mental health facility for a significant amount of time. But I'm not a sociopath! Oh, I've also been incarcerated in two different maximum-security prisons. Wanna go out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show of hands, ladies: Who's gonna say yes? Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, we all have history. And we all have our problems. Whoever he gets involved with does need to know about this stuff, I think, and it's great that he's willing to be honest. But seriously? In the first message? At least if he'd eased into it, I could potentially say, "Here's a nice guy with an unfortunate past." But this way he's just a mentally-ill ex-con and...not much else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a tough thing to have to deal with, and either way, he's going to face some judgment. But dude, give yourself a chance by letting her know &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; first. That's all I'm sayin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-2690760725487604885?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/2690760725487604885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/mental.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/2690760725487604885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/2690760725487604885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/mental.html' title='Mental.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-5294860880674971307</id><published>2010-03-04T18:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T18:47:37.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tmi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profile fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answer does not fit the question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><title type='text'>Bitchin' About Bitches!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hi all what's up I'm bored and sick of meeting dumb girls at the bars. They always turn out screwed up in some way. I hate clingy whiney girls. I like a girl that knows what she wants and goes out there and gets it . I'm adventurous I love the outdoors and riding my motorcylce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems as I see them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. That's his entire profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He spends over half of his profile complaining about women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Knowing what one wants and going out to get it is not mutually exclusive from being dumb, screwed up, clingy, or whiney (sic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have no idea what a motorcylce is, but I imagine it's some kind of prehistoric amphibian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-5294860880674971307?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5294860880674971307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/bitchin-about-bitches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/5294860880674971307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/5294860880674971307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/bitchin-about-bitches.html' title='Bitchin&apos; About Bitches!'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-8490848393153985927</id><published>2010-03-02T07:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T07:48:15.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speed dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sometimes honesty hurts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is why I&apos;m celibate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='script ftw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answer does not fit the question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuddling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inappropriate'/><title type='text'>Too Much Honesty, Part III: The Thrilling Conclusion</title><content type='html'>And now, the end to my conversations with Honest. The last thing I said on our last conversation was simply “lol.” A few hours later, he IMed me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest&lt;/strong&gt;: eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest&lt;/strong&gt;: hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m guessing that he walked away before he had read my final message. We exchanged some pleasantries, and then he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest&lt;/strong&gt;: missed talking to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, what? That’s strange considering he was the one who stomped off in a schoolgirl huff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest&lt;/strong&gt;: wanna snuggle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked me what my OKCupid name was because he forgot to save it, but never fear that we strayed into normality for too long because where there’s a will, there’s a way…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest&lt;/strong&gt;: wanna make love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: you are quite persistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest&lt;/strong&gt;: ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: i feel like you've asked me that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest&lt;/strong&gt;: well i want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: so i gathered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I began to seriously consider multiple personalities or extreme marijuana use. Then, I thought, “No, he can’t not remember that we talked earlier today,” but then he asked me if I was a virgin…which…he’d already asked me previously, so…I’m thinking MPD, but they’re all the same personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest&lt;/strong&gt;: and you do too but woried out being used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s consider this for a moment. If I’m worried about being used, on what earth would the best approach be to just keep asking me to snuggle and “make love?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest&lt;/strong&gt;: talk to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest&lt;/strong&gt;: i'm not going to use or hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: that is nice of you to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest&lt;/strong&gt;: whats your deal??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: about what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest&lt;/strong&gt;: why are you so hard to get a real reply out of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: what real reply would you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest&lt;/strong&gt;: a real one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest&lt;/strong&gt;: not cold or removed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest&lt;/strong&gt;: talk to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: about what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest&lt;/strong&gt;: hellooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest&lt;/strong&gt;: wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest&lt;/strong&gt;: snap out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest&lt;/strong&gt;: talk to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, perhaps, he wants me to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: about what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest&lt;/strong&gt;: .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest&lt;/strong&gt;: nevermind bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest&lt;/strong&gt;: i cant stand people with nothing interesting to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was leaving…but, since he opened up that can of worms…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: are you kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: your entire repertoire has been "i want to make love" and you're telling me i have nothing to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest&lt;/strong&gt;: i actualyl asked you to talk to me a bunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest&lt;/strong&gt;: and fuck you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is exactly what he’d been trying to do for the duration of our conversation, and it still hadn’t worked, so I’m wondering if he was trying a more direct approach or if he was trying to be insulting. Gah, I can never figure out men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response, again, was “lol,” and…you guessed it…about an hour later, he responded with “?” Rather than start up another conversation and have this continue on to Part IV, I responded with something like “oh, you’re back again?” I think he got the hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if any Psychology majors (or amateur psychologists) want to explain to me what just happened, I’m all ears. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-8490848393153985927?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/8490848393153985927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/too-much-honesty-part-iii-thrilling.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/8490848393153985927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/8490848393153985927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/too-much-honesty-part-iii-thrilling.html' title='Too Much Honesty, Part III: The Thrilling Conclusion'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-4329321274445379448</id><published>2010-03-01T21:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:38:43.052-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speed dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I do not have a complex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkered by incompetence'/><title type='text'>Match this.</title><content type='html'>So I finally gave in and subscribed to match.com, after being notified every day via email that I had unread messages. Four of them. And this is what I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first message was sent February 5. And once I looked at his username, I realized...this schmuck Googled &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; username, found me on Yahoo messenger, and sent me an IM. Like...a day after he sent the message. He didn't identify himself at the time, and I never gave out my IM name in my profile. I just thought he was a random, but...apparently not. I mean, yes, I use the same name &lt;i&gt;everywhere.&lt;/i&gt; But that doesn't mean he should be Googling me. That's creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the opening line of the next one, sent on the 25:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, tell me a little more about your self and let me know what some of your interests are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No "hello." No "hi, I'm So-and-so." Just a demand. Like, um...what if I don't want to? Rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;As for me I work for Fedex and I drive tractor trailers 8pm to 8am for them mon - sat, I'm out sat morn and don't go back till mon night. It is hard for me to find someone that can put up with this work time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I'd be excited if you were gone a lot... I mean... What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;most of my relationships were 5-8 yrs long my last one ended in oct 08 after 8 1/2 yr, sense then I've have a few.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great to know, but am I alone in thinking that's not really suitable material for a first message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ages from 24-38 and I find you to be very Beautiful, from your profile.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the ages for? And I do so Love random Capitalization to emphasize Words that should be Appealing to Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So if you'd like to take a chance and grab coffee one of these mornings and or chat and wait for the weekend to go out for lunch/dinner I'm here, So either way drop me a line back and let me know ok thank you either way, hopefuly it's good, but if not I wish you good luck and to take care&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving a little fast there, bucko. Go out for coffee, like, now-ish...or just wait for the weekend? How about something like, "Message me back if you want to talk, and maybe we can go out sometime"? This is why men fail at online dating. Most women are &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; going to be all, "OMG YES, let's go out tomorrow!" Assuming that will be the course, then getting upset when it's not reality, is why a lot of women &lt;i&gt;do not want to talk to you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, from the 26:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hi there cutie!! i'm Mitch and just want to tell you that this could work!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh really, Mitch? I'm not so sure about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm a friendly and happy guy who loves to make people laugh and have a good time and kill boredom!!don't beat yourself up sweety ok!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, what? Where did I "beat myself up"? And you called me "sweety." Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm a down to earth man and love to have a goos friend to share many things with,i am a little stocky and hope that is not an incovenience??!!!,, i go to the gym a lot and have a proportioned body(i think)but i DO NOT have a six pack!!!,,lol,,,just a regular tummy,but i do not have a complex so i am happy regardless&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not an inconvenience!!!!!! But it would appear, since you had to make a point of mentioning it, that you do have a complex!!!!! Otherwise you wouldn't feel the need to talk about it??!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;can we be friends?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth message wasn't that bad. I know, I'm depriving you all. My apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I just reply to all of these with, "How about no?" heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-4329321274445379448?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/4329321274445379448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/match-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/4329321274445379448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/4329321274445379448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/03/match-this.html' title='Match this.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00143652737308002172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Egk9z9N12ks/Tg1YoLpQHgI/AAAAAAAAADY/QNFb9kx359Y/s220/photo%25285%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-4623254760163723306</id><published>2010-02-28T18:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:52:51.647-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speed dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sometimes honesty hurts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is why I&apos;m celibate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='script ftw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answer does not fit the question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuddling'/><title type='text'>Too Much Honesty, Part II: Electric Boogalo</title><content type='html'>Of course, if it were as simple as &lt;a href="http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/02/too-much-honesty-part-i.html"&gt;just my last entry&lt;/a&gt;, then I doubt Honest would have gotten much of a mention. The second time we talked, he waxed less philosophical and focused mainly on, well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: how tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: about 5'4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, what? How tall am I? What’s next—he’s going to ask me how much I weigh ‘cause there ain’t no way I’m divulging that information…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: are you any good at kissing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I suppose that makes more sense, it’s not the next question I’d expect after “how tall are you?” even if “how tall are you?” was a question I would have expected in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around this point that I gave him my AIM name because the OKCupid IM client was acting up for him. He IMs me with…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: apologie axepted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…which makes no sense whatsoever even if I translate it into “apology accepted” because I hadn’t apologized about anything. Then we get into the nitty gritty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: what turns you on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: hm. i'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: how many guys have you been with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: do you think that would make a difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: i'm just curious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just once, I'd love a guy to answer the question I asked because I'd really, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;like to know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and "just curious" indeed. Keep in mind that the first time we spoke, he spoke at length about how the whole one man/one woman paradigm was a ridiculous social construct, yet he’s interested in how many guys I’ve slept with. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: so would you care to snuggle then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: i don't normally jump right into snuggling. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: i didn't know jumping was involved!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: i don't normally segue straight into snuggling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: i see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: well how do you go from not to snuggling then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: time travel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: dinner's usually a nice start. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: dinner where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: a mutually agreeable spot? i donno. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I'm Chris Tucker in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rush Hour&lt;/span&gt; typing very slowing "Do you understand the words that are comin' off of my fingers?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: i suppose i'm saying that i usually see if there's any spark at all before i actually snuggle someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: well i feel it, if you don't hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second time we’ve spoken and he feels a spark. I'm beginning to feel like men are flint and tinder whereas women are...like...wet wood on a cloudy day, but you really want the fire, so you put all this effort into getting the wood and putting it in the fireplace and trying to start a fire, but the damn wood's too wet, so you trudge back out to the woodpile and start looking for a better piece of wood, but you can't find one and you get so frustrated that you kick the dog and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, where was I going with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: i want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: you seem sexy fun &amp;amp; yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: so what turns you on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! NO WAI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one of the clichéd things EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: i need food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: then i suggest you eat! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: ok, when do we get to make love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: you seem a bit fixated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: fixated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: on this whole making love thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: or maybe you have had a long dry spell so talking about it seems, to you, like its being said lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to call it a “self-imposed self-introspective journey into the workings of my sexual psyche,” but I suppose “dry spell” works, too. Or I could just be picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as one of my male friends said: "Isn't 'have sex' or 'fuck' more appropriate in this context?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this...this, I think, is my favourite part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: you have no idea who i am, yet you want to have sex with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: did you read my profile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: mmhmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: did you see the part where it says i read people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: mmhmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snip from his profile, which I’ll admit I didn’t remember because I didn’t bother to look at it the second time he messaged me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trying to "know" someone is about as useful and real as trying to "see" darkness. If you truly know yourself, you all ready know everyone else. Please stop with this typical bullshit. No one is a stranger, if you think so, i deeply pity you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Editor's Note&lt;/span&gt;: I looked through his whole profile and couldn't really find a reference to "reading people" anywhere in it, so I'm guessing he meant that part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: so why say the "no idea who i am" bit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: i mean literally. i could be a 55 year old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: yea and i could be the pope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: which is sort of my point. i've kept myself out of the headlines of being abducted by a strange man on the internet by not hooking up with strange men on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: ok so now i'm "a strange man from the internet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: until proven otherwise, everyone is a strange person on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: what a middle ages aproach to personal interaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: no, a middle ages approach would be letting my father decide who i marry because he wants to secure some land or an alliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: i was talking more of the inquisition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: so you're offended?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: no, it just makes you look kinda backwards &amp;amp; repressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: because i won't just meet up with you and snuggle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: no, because you are claiming i'm a stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: you are a stranger until i've actually met you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: then we have nothing further to discuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing further to discuss? I suppose that means there will be no Part III of this saga…oh, wait…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for the grand finale!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-4623254760163723306?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/4623254760163723306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/02/too-much-honesty-part-ii-electric.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/4623254760163723306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/4623254760163723306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/02/too-much-honesty-part-ii-electric.html' title='Too Much Honesty, Part II: Electric Boogalo'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510493742890085487.post-893128521914188967</id><published>2010-02-27T12:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T12:48:41.435-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude wait what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sometimes honesty hurts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='script ftw'/><title type='text'>Too Much Honesty, Part I</title><content type='html'>The first time I spoke with this guy, it started off with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: how are ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: pretty good &amp;amp; yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: that doesn't sound good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: tired of idiots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: aren't we all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: cant find a woman that isnt uptight &amp;amp; full of stupid ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is delightful considering the "stupid ideas" were about marriage and religion, and I happen to be one of those women who wants to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time he IMed me, it started like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: how are you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: pretty good &amp;amp; yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;: irritated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just a little ray of sunshine, isn't he?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2510493742890085487-893128521914188967?l=therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/893128521914188967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/02/too-much-honesty-part-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/893128521914188967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2510493742890085487/posts/default/893128521914188967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therottenfishofthesea.blogspot.com/2010/02/too-much-honesty-part-i.html' title='Too Much Honesty, Part I'/><author><name>Amadei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05971356258470759224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_GKU3CIfnI/ThUurcsYtfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ud6n2k7IJbQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-22%2Bat%2B11.08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
