So, I'm sitting here, reading Neil Paul and Sir James Emmerling and other blog posts, trying to stay in the OS loop, while at the same time, seeking inspiration, and well, a pleasant distraction, because really, I should be writing my own shit, but I feel like a well that's run dry, even though I have a gazillion thoughts flowing through my brain, I just can't seem to focus, I'm constantly jotting down fragments and random adjectives and ideas, none of which have come to fruition, as I can't seem to manage a coherent thought long enough to fully capture its essence and put it into words and I've been wondering why I've got this writer's block thing happening, why I'm lacking inspiration, articulation, conjugation, revelation, and I finally, just now, realized what has been distracting me-- and I thank you, Neil Paul, because of your post, Imperfect Matches, I had an epiphany.
My literary constipation is due entirely to men who are infiltrating the intellectual, imaginary, and creative regions of my cerebral cortex.
Three weeks ago, after a six month hiatus, I rejoined that ridiculous dating site called OKCupid. I'm a girl who just wants to have fun, after all, just like anyone, but now all I seem to be doing is checking to see if I have any messages, who's visited my profile, and who's new. I'm searching, I'm messaging, posting new pics, editing my profile, rating profiles and I'm letting it take up all my stupid, fucking time. So much so, that the other day, I received the following notice from the folks at OKC:
We just detected that you're now among the most attractive people on OkCupid. We learned this from clicks to your profile and reactions to you in Quickmatch and Quiver. Did you get a new haircut or something? Well, it's working!
To celebrate, we've adjusted your OkCupid experience:
You'll see more attractive people in your match results. This won't affect your match percentages, which are still based purely on your answers and desired match's answers. But we'll recommend more attractive people to you. You'll also appear more often to other attractive people.
Sign in to see your newly-shuffled matches. Have fun, and don't let this go to your head.
I certainly did not receive any such notice when I was on the site previously, which tells me I'm spending way too much time making cyber visitaions and composing clever, witty messages than composing blog posts and working on my short story. So not good.
However, I did score a date for tomorrow night.
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Aha, so finally the dearth of posts is explained.
A damn fine excuse.
A gal needs some lovin in her life to get those raging storming hormones under control, & reach a peaceful plateau from which she can eyeball the mountain of wisdom again. And start her trek back up it.
First things first , though.
Do you have an outfit picked out yet? Do you have any kind of strategy of what kinda things might come out of your mouth, wordwise?
Is this guy literate at all? Etc.
Thank Goddess you have at least done some scribbling.
When my hormones act up, I eschew my journal.
When I am fully functioning, all I can EVER really manage is
“constantly jotting down fragments and random adjectives and ideas, none of which have come to fruition, as I can't seem to manage a coherent thought long enough to fully capture its essence and put it into words “
But then…the moment comes…….an erotic (NOT THAT KIND!) impulse pulls my fragmented mind into temporary coherency, and the lightning blazes from brain to fingertips again, as it did for you today…
And those fragments come in handy.
Otherwise they would be lost.
And you’d have to wait til u were dead to remember em…
I have absolutely no idea if this guy's literate. God, I hope so. Although, his grammar seemed to be in tact. But let's face it, that doesn't mean shit. I'll let you know how it goes.
A guy will test a gal to see if she is a sewer mouth pretty early in the date,
But if he sez, ‘excuse my french’, you are in trouble.
He should say something along the lines of “sorry. Lady present,” something gentlemanly.
Once he corrects himself, IMMEDIATELY use the f-word.
In a funny way, like in yer comment.
As for his literacy, ask him first about movies.
Ask him if he likes movies made from books.
That will reveal all.
Sir me.
was directly inspired by this blog from a gal needing
literary laxatives.
he wrote a fine piece of erotica.
even remembered to give v. credit................
Does this mean up until now they've not been feeding you the most attractive people? So now that you are appearing more attractive to others, they're going to send better-looking people your way? I'd be ticked; what were you before, chopped liver?
I hope the date goes well.
Those were my thoughts exactly when I received that notice! And so far as I can tell, there's no difference whatsoever. Lies! All lies!
Thoth-- it's always a pleasure. Hey, don't you live in L.A.? ;)
Does that mean he's tactful or together? Jesus, an art history major...
By the way-- to follow up on a previous point above-- just who at that site decides the attractiveness of the picks?
Like, if they hate long-hair blondes, do blonds get on the first list, the come-on? I've gotta know.
Hey also, if you happen to have sex with the guy, please, immediately write about it. That's always a page turner. And it doesn't require any random adjectives and ideas. We won't show the kids, either !