Speaking of love, I did something absolutely goofy last night. For some reason, I received an absolute barrage (it's normally 3 or 4 a day, this was 15 in the matter of an hour) of MySpace 'Friend' requests from "women" that want me to go to some other, pay-for dating site to meet them. When I was about to click "mark as spam" for the last one . . . I decided to click on the link provided and sign up for an account. What the hell, right? They CLAIMED it was "free" (yes, I knew they were lying), and I was bored, so I did it.
The headline for my profile was, "I'm Crazy! I mean it! I'm crazy!" and I said in my description of myself such things as, "I'm poor," and, "I can't stand clubs and dancing" (the second is mildly untrue. Really, I just have a low tolerance for loud noises and flashing lights. Dancing and good music and wild fun are all good, though). When asked to describe my ideal woman, I said, "Anyone who seriously considered naming her pet rat 'Rabies,'" and, "Any woman that knows that pink baby-doll t-shirts that say 'Spoiled' on them are VERY un-attractive." I then went on to say, "I'm not going to give these fuckers a dime, so if any woman wants to talk to me, send me an email address. It's free for you, it should be free for me."
Oddly, I received a LOT of responses (I stopped bothering to count after 20). At first, I thought I'd found the motherlode of Chicago-area rebellious women and was about to explode with happiness. Then, I noticed that a LOT of them sounded very similar, and that every one of them encouraged me to use THAT site to communicate with them (i.e., to PAY, which I specifically said I wouldn't do). I'm willing to bet what little money I have that there's some sort of scam in the works, here.
So, I'm still lonely and occasionally horny and all of that fun stuff, but I laughed a LOT while writing my little sales-pitch, so it was all worth it.
I'm tempted to do that at a whole host of sites . . . it's really fun. I mean, seriously, people, don't you wish you could just lay ALL your dirty little secrets on the table BEFORE asking someone out? And isn't it funny to do it where everyone else is trying so hard to announce they're the greatest thing in the universe since kittens got big ears?
Or maybe I'm just too cooped-up in my apartment to know what's fun and funny anymore . . .
In other news, and somewhat more seriously, I've started investigating writing classes and workshops in the Chicago area. I'm not promising myself anything. I'm just looking. I can't afford full-time College classes at this point, but I can certainly scrimp and save (did I really need to go see the movie, "Dragon Wars?" Or that idiot's re-make of one of the greatest horror films, "Halloween?") to join a workshop and meet like-minded people, right? Besides, I'm not even promising myself I'll TAKE the course, just promising myself I'll look and see what courses INTEREST me . . .
. . . and a few caught my eye.
Yes, boys and girls, there really is a Santa Claus.
Peace.