Crazy Pet Lover Seeks Same
 

The idea of online dating freaks me out. It's not meeting people online that freaks me out, obviously, but the whole dating thing kinda throws me for a loop to begin with because it reminds me of shoe shopping: mostly a hassle, usually embarrassing, often a walloping disappointment, but when you find the perfect pair....ahhhhh. The main difference for me being that I actually need shoes, therefore I must endure shoe shopping. I don’t need a boyfriend, so I spend a good part of life thinking it would be swell to have a fella but I’d rather not if it means having to date.

I’ve never much liked the idea of shopping around for a person. Friendships just sort of happen and I think I'm more comfortable with romances just sort of happening in much the same way. What's most difficult for me, I think, is window shopping dating where one dates multiple people at the same time. It's not that I'm morally opposed to the juggling so much as I find it a great emotional stress. I don't care if someone is dating four other people besides me, in theory, but I feel very odd knowing *I'm* dating four other people. If I go on a date with a guy on Monday and another date on Tuesday, I feel like I'm cheating on Monday. So I've just never done it. I've dated one guy at a time, whether it's lasted a week or a few months, etc. Dating a lot of people at once seems the equivalent of dating one person until someone better comes along, maybe because that's exactly what it is. I suppose others would say you're simply looking for the One, and you have to serial date in order to find the One.

I don't believe in the One - my life isn't The Matrix. I believe in the "Well, maybe there are a lot of people out there who are right for me, but if I'm going to waste my life with someone, I want to waste my life with you. Plus, I can't believe you actually like my cats!" The Mr. T Experience (crooners of my favorite song about Hitler), once wrote, "But I don't want to get screwed over by just anyone - you're the only one I want to get screwed over by…" I guess that fits my bill, as well.

Ah, pets. How they complicate the situation. Very hard to date a person allergic to chinchilla fur if you are the proud owner of five adorable chinchillas. Can’t really date someone with arachnophobia if it’s your lifelong dream to operate a tarantula farm. I once knew a married couple who became unexpectedly pregnant. They were huge dog lovers. Owned one dog – Hamlet - while living in a very small apartment, which was further cramped by their Bundle-O’-Cries-ALL-THE-D#!M-TIME! I recall them talking about what would happen if the baby was allergic to dogs. It happens to some pet owners that they have to find a new home for their pet. These friends of mine, they very seriously considered having to find a new home for the baby if it turned out to be allergic. No way were they giving up their furry buddy. Hamlet wasn’t an unexpected surprise that showed up in Molly’s womb one scary morning. Hamlet was handpicked – he was the Chosen!

Yes, pets complicate an already complicated situation. Until now!

http://www.datemypet.com/

Now if I can just get over my deep seeded fear of profile dating. I think I’d prefer hunting down serial killers, but who knows?!

I agree with the online dating analysis. It creeps me out and I can't get over the idea (in my brain) that it's pathetic.

As opposed to what? The idea in your butt? :p

Ahhhh the world of dating and on-line dating. It so blows to have to date.

I recently tried the world of on-line dating because it is so hard for me to meet guys on a normal basis. I'm pretty shy when I go out and more comfortable around my friends so to approach someone outside my comfort zone is very difficult. Hence I attempted the world of on-line dating. I had a few dates here and there but no one who really excited me. Worse even the guys that I have started speaking to via on-line seem to only want to have one type of conversation either via IM or Phone. Sorry dudes, but I'm not about to talk sex with someone I don't know! I've also received e-mails from some of these men with photos of their privates. EWWWWWWWW!!! :mad: :rolleyes: Like I want to see that? So I dumped the whole on-line dating thing. I will say that it does work for some people. Especially the MC board. Seems like everyone is getting married to each other over there!

As for the SERIAL dating scene, though I hate to serial date I have learned that there is no other way to date unless you serial date. When I was young I would've never considered it. In fact, I never actually "dated". I met someone and would become their "girlfriend". Now that I'm much older and much wiser I've found that I don't necessarily need to be someone's girlfriend to date them. Dating is like shoe shopping. Or even better "dating is like a job interview with cocktails" (Carrie in Sex & the City). You have to "serial" date until you find someone who you are truly interested in and the chemistry is right. In other words, a good fit.

My new way to meet guys is to go to every social/networking event I can find. What I've found at these networking type things is that you can meet someone and talk comfortably about you're work, where you live, and some where in the conversation you talk about your single status. I've actually met one or two guys this way and I've only done it twice.

Of course neither of them panned out either!

sigh....

What I LOVE about this site - what's totally cracking me up - is that it's like The Brady Bunch...with pets! They should redesign their site to look like the Brady Bunch opening credits. A girl with three cats. A boy with three dogs. Wackiness ensues! C'mon!!!!! It'd be great!

"Meow meow meoooooooooooooowr!"

"Woof woof wooogrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

[hiss]

[snap]

"Now, now. Simmer down you guys. You don't want to get a broken nose before prom night, Fluffy Bum Wonder Kitty!" says the boy.

"And you don't want to have your ear sliced off before obedience school starts, do you Monster Monkey Fart Blossom Pup?!" says the girl.

True. Love.

HA! I'd be the resident spinster there. 40+ woman with 5 cats. Wanna go out or stay in and listen to me talk to my cats?

Thank God for Chris.

Apparently the Seattle area is notoriously difficult for singles. As confirmed by my single-guy friends, asking a girl out is considered equivalent to asking her to have sex, right there wherever you are. So guys won't do it. Everyone has to be set up through friends, or the girl has to make the first move. And then when I think back to my "active" phase, that was true. Either someone else introduced us or I asked them out. I thought it was just me being wacky, but apparently it's a regional thing. Not that I would have had a problem with guys asking me out. I'd just get annoyed waiting for them to do so (and wondering what the hell was wrong with them) and then do it myself.

I like that you can go to this site and ask without embarrassment to see your potential date's p*ssy ;)

I'm convinced that porn is twisting socially-inept guys' views of relationships (making them even more socially inept). Through porn, they develop this image in their mind of what "their" woman should be like, and what a guy should do to catch a woman's interest. And as we all know, it's WAY REMOVED from reality.

Lonely men should be watching chick flicks, not porn. (Well, except when they get REALLY lonely ;) hehehe)

In my neck of the woods, it's anime that has this effect on guys. Or at least guys I used to know in the lame ass social circles in which I once moved. Seriously. Dozens upon dozens of pathetic, lumpy, jobless white males who are waiting for their anime princess to float off the page or screen and into their bed. And then they drool anytime a petite Asian girl walks by because in their minds that ethnicity goes hand-in-hand with whatever stereotyped behavior they're seeking.

Hee hee... that's it, I'm starting a campaign to force adolescent boys to watch chick flicks!

I'm not sure if porn is the only problem. Look at movies and magazines, if you aren't 5' 11'', blonde and busty in Orange county then it seems impossible to date.

As for having to ask guys out...I HATE having to be the one to make the first move but it seems that in general we women have to be the pursuer and not the pursuee.

You know, I often think those magazines affect women more than men. We assume it's what men want and judge ourselves by those standards. But those magazines are made for women, read by women, assimilated by women, and we hold ourselves up to those standards. I'm not saying that the patriarchy doesn't have its say. I've read Holy Anorexia. I know what a damaging patriarchy can accomplish. But I hear more women criticize other women for their apperance than I hear men criticize women. Well, my dad is actually pretty catty, come to think of it.

Consider, for a moment, the hippy, busty, mousey-haired girl walking down the street with the Brad Pitt type. I see this often enough. And it's usually the girls who say, "What's he doing with HER?"

That's not to say there aren't shallow men, but as my friend Melissa used to say, "Most men are just so happy to see crotch hair and boobs, they think you're a goddess." Man, she used to crack me up. "Boobies and hair!" she'd say. "BOOBIES AND HAIR!"

And one of my favorite all-time quotes, which I've probably already posted here, was said to a friend at a party. She was insecure and nervous being around so many models and a guy overheard her and said, "Show me a beautiful woman, and I'll show you a man tired of f#$king her."

Women are often our own worst enemies. "Jealousy kills girls." Saw that on a t-shirt once, with Betty and Veronica fighting. "Vogue and Elle Kill Girls" too, maybe. But I don't know too many men who read Vogue.

Movies and TV may have more of an ill effect on dating culture, expectations, etc. I read an interesting article about single Japanese girls that talked about how strange they found Friends - because the fixation on relationships and love was so heightened and ridiculous.

As for porn, I'll have to agree with Tim Burton on this. He was recently interviewed at www.chud.com, and he had some interesting things to say about the contemporary sex industry. At least I think it was Burton.

I'm sitting here trying to think of all of the 5'11" blond, busty women I knew/know in OC (where I grew up). Now, I'm expanding it to LA.

You know, I can't think of one that I actually know in my broad circle of friends.


Are there really THAT many lonely men out there? And, if that's what they want, shouldn't the move to, say, Sweeden, and open leave more room for men who actually want real variety, intelligence and laughter?

And, who would want a guy like that anyways? Seems like a guy with absolutely NO imagination.

Its TRUE!! All those stupid magazines do is pick at your confidence. They've made alot of you forget how beautiful you really are. As far as online dating goes, some people are more comfortable meeting people that way, others are more comfortable meeting face to face. Do what makes you comfortable, its the only way to have your true personality come out.

Once again, I must live in some parallel universe. I don't think I've ever read a Vogue or Elle or, saints preserve us, Cosmo. I've never seen my friends read them, either. But I have seen my husband and other men gleefully devouring FHM and Maxim. [I happen to know that my husband prefers larger women, but it does bug me when he brings those magazines home - if for no other reason than it means he's found yet another line of "manmedics" he wants to try and dammit, that stuff's expensive.]

Also, I can't remember the last time my physical appearance was criticized by a woman, but men do it all the time and have since I can remember. I work on a college campus and I can't even count the number of times some frat boy has mooed at me or otherwise insulted me as I waited to cross the street to the parking lot. Guys who are even more obese than I am have no qualms about outright informing me that I'm an embarrassment to the human race. Out loud. In public. Complete strangers. Because they're such skilled penile manipulators that their size is irrelevant -- they're livin' large! And apparently my potential range of skills is limited to lying there and looking pretty and I look like a beached whale so I'm an utter failure and should take up bulimia immediately, if not sooner.

Now, where I *do* get competition from women is in the workplace or at school. Granted, the game was set up by men, but women continue to play by those rules! There's this idea that now women are all liberated and the executive offices get their token woman. And rather than help mentor other women and make a more gender equal workplace, some women who've "made it" act like there's only one slot and it's theirs and they'll keep you on the other side of the glass ceiling by any means necessary, lest you replace them as the token woman.

Yeah, women suck. Including me.

How do the editors of Cosmo etal sleep at night? And who in their right minds purchases something that tells them they're ugly? And how do they keep coming up with "30 new way to drive your man wild in bed"? Do they include the use of Lysol?

Wait, you want to make men like normal women by making them watch chick flicks? I'd never claim that chick flicks are about normal women doing normal things. After a batch of those a person would expect ALL women to be dedicated, feisty, passionate, intelligent....obviously not the case. You can't judge all people by how they're portrayed anywhere, no matter what the moral of the story is.

As for men with pie-in-the-sky ideas about how women should look, they'll get what they deserve, which is nothing. Who would want a man whose brain takes direction from TV, anyway?

In short - please don't take away p0rn. And please don't put unappealing people in p0rn. I like my p0rn like I like any good fantasy - fantastical. :D

Actually it wasn't about showing them "normal" women, so much as showing them how to attract women.

And I never said take away porn, I just said it's twisted the expectations of the socially inept, making them still more socially inept.

Don't mind me, I'm being facetious :)

I am so glad i married the perfect person...We both like porn....lol.

And if a guy is relying on porn for reality???...Get a NEW guy.

Thanks Swank!

It's true, we do forget that we are beautiful no matter what shape or size. I think that if someone was truly interested in me, then my size shouldn't matter. I also believe it's important to look you're best no matter what and to be confident.

As for online dating, it is more of a comfort zone. You can have a conversation with a perfect stranger with out ever looking them in the eye.

1) We are all more beautiful than we think we are

2) Confidence is attractive

3) Our insecurities are our worst enemies

I buy Vogue because I love clothing, art and fashion. I fully realize that these clothes will not look the same on me no matter what I did to my current body. My body is no longer a coat hanger. I get to have tits and hips in this part of my life. And, you know what.....it's kind of fun! So.... I get ideas and inspirations from Vogue. Besides, they usually review good movies and books.

I don't know, Prudence. I guess it all comes down to personal experience. There are asshole men and there are asshole women. All of this is really generalization anyway. Standards of beauty have always existed. They change with the times. If you allow yourself to care about what's in fashion, or regardless of fashion, what any one person finds attracitve - and by care I mean judge yourself by the standards of others - than there's a certain amount of personal accountability, isn't there? It's probably not that men are worse than women or women are worse than men. And, ****, I've got my own standards of beauty. For example, if I were to make out with a robot, I'd rather make out with Sonny the pretty I, Robot robot than C3PO, who is dingy and foppish - not at all my type.

I can make the argument that FHM, Maxim, Vogue, Elle, etc. contribute to the creation of a sort of Frankenstein's monster of the Female Ideal, and that we're all being maniuplated by marketing, etc., although, to a certain extent, we *allow* this to happen as consumers.

I do think that media has a way of twisting things, and that many people suffer as a result of unrealistic expecations, whether those expectations are for love, for beauty, for success, etc. Ultiamtely it's people that need to tell the media (news, film, TV, radio, magazines, etc.) to go **** itself, I guess.

I love the costuming of the human body, so I dig a good rag from time to time. As far as body and clothes are concerned, it's all about flattering your body type, whatever that is.

It's sad that women and men cut up their bodies in hopes of achieving some unreachable standard of beauty. They want to look like the pretty magazine people, but the pretty magazine people don't even look like that. Even the pretty people have cellulite that's airbrushed away. Vericose veins? Sure, they have them. Pimples? Yup, them too. Hellllllo, airbrush. It's totally crazy. There are photogenic women who are less attractive in person and there are people who are very attractive in person but don't photograph well. And then there are people who defy all category, and man, aren't they friggin' awesome. And, and, and.

But I won't say "Everyone is beautiful! We're all special, unique snowflakes!" That's all subject to opinion. All I really care about is planet Nebutopialoopla. On that planet, I'm the Queen of Pretty. The QUEEN!

God, I have no idea what I'm even writing. I'm exhausted.

As an ugly man I find this thread to be very macabre. Someone post some porn. ;)

I love Cosmo (of course I do! It seems that by no choice of my own, I love everything widely loathed. However, I'm confident enough to be secure in my "inadequecies".) I like doing what I enjoy. :) I'm no follower, even when it risks being teased. And believe me, as somebody who loves fashion and has taken some risks, I've gotten my share of cruel taunts & remarks, especially growing up. :( But you know what? I must confess it made me stronger & more confident. All that hurt manifests itself into the biggest and best "F you" of all. Creative independence. :cheers:

What does chip away at my own self image are the celebrity-fueled magazines such as Us, Star & In Touch. As much as I love to lounge in bed and read them, I have noticed that by giving them up I began to feel kinda better about myself. I also filled my time more productively (this doesn't mean I still won't break down and buy one. I have come down with a cough and respiratory infection and whilst hittin' the Pharm last night, you'd better bet I bought Us Weekly! :D)

In fact, I was just discussing this very topic today. How does a young, insecure girl (which we all are at some point in our lives) feel when she's bombarded by images of a toothpicky Lindsay Lohan & Co.? It's just not the norm. We all know it's a rather sad industry, but it does make you feel a little "less then" when you see a starving Olsen collapsing from the weight of her latest Balenciaga filled with Marlboro Reds.

And note to Nicole Richie: We can't miss you if you won't go away. Pass that memo on to Eva Longoria also, please.

I sound so mean. :( I have no axe to grind with these lovely ladies, it's just..maybe I'm cranky from being saddled with a hacking cough.

Sigh..depressing much? At least it is to me. You can never keep up with the trends. The tips. Or Paris Hilton. Not that I'd want to, mind you, but it's just discouraging. :(

I have always been insecure about my looks. In my mind, I'm the very definition of cool - handsome, clever, delightful to be around, an inspiration to children and animals the world over, and fun. Sadly, in real life, others generally regard me as a non-threatening cross between Jiminy Cricket and Oscar Madison. I have always appeared a bit eccentric, and as I gracefully age, the eccentricity deepens.

I love pretty girls. All kinds, all types. There are no guidelines for my definition of beauty. It could be a pretty face, a beutiful smile, melencholy eyes, or a random combination of features that are greater than the sum of its parts.

That's what makes life interesting. Discovery. Contact. The ritual. The daily accentuating of whatever positive physical traits one might possess to dupe the opposite sex into believing that we are something greater, prettier, BETTER than who and what we really are. Or, conversely, maybe it takes the promise of the opposite sex (or the just promise of sex) to force us to BECOME something better than we are.

Probably a little of both.

So guys feel threatened by the fact that Johnny Depp doesn't really seem to age, and always looks like a million bucks, while we nickel and dime it.

I blame MTV, Hollywood, and my parent's faulty genetic code...

Dear Pentouse Letters.....

Somewhere, Kevy's smut senses are tingling.










(Great, now I'm thinking about Kevy "tingling". The things I put myself through for humor).

Quoted for truth.

Dating Success Societal Beauty Skindeep Media Shallowness Trap @ x2 [gay society]

Also quoted for truth.

Snappity-snap-snap, Mr. Boss.

And for that I am grateful.

Wrong thread. ;)

HEY... I .. um, er....

Are you a Pet Lover who is Crazy, or a Lover of Crazy Pets?

You're not ugly, Borneio. You're just too shy to open up to girls!

No... he's ugly :evil:

Man, things I do for a laugh! Yes, I can here ALL of you laughing!

Mini Mic's folks, that's the future! ;)