So Easy Even An Ex-girlfriend Can Use It
While finishing up some business in my bathroom the other day, I was browsing the stack of �reading material� my roommate has procured. When I say �reading material� I of course am referring to the monthly event known as nudey magazine day when our household is blessed with the newest Playboy, a week or two before it hits the local Circle K�s and porn shops.
I really do read it for the articles, in addition to the jokes, cartoons and the whole staring at supple, young, busty type babes. Not really all that surprisingly, I found a little side story on celebrities posting profiles on a website called friendster. I noted this with passing interests, as it was supposed to be a new and cool thing to do (according to the February issue) and was so hip that celebs were now doing it. Fortunately, I am too cool (ok, so I�m not, but I know people, who know people) and I landed some months ago on a similar and hipper site called myspace.
Regardless of which sites you peek at, they have nearly identical functionality; being an internet space for networking. Networking is used very loosely here as you can meet and or hook-up with people, so it�s sort of a big dating type site, without the MEET SINGLES NOW!, billing. There are literally millions of people on these things, up to and including a number of my friends, colleagues and casual acquaintances. And while my normal luck with internet romance continues to be par for the course, I have met a handful of interesting individuals. Unfortunately, I�m still trying to figure out why all of my friends find me so enthralling, entertaining and charismatic and folks I meet on sites like this find me to be boring, inconsequential and most UN-charismatic. Not that this will stop me from continuing to plug away, it�s just pretty damn frustrating.
Through the wonders of technology and some sort of continuing curse that follows me like my own personal grim reaper, the �x� now has a profile on this site. Profile being a relative term as she has virtually nothing under it and will probably put down something like, �lol, I�m new at this. I like people. What else do you want to know, just ask!� This of course dictates that she will meet dozens of new people, find true love on the internet and marry some schmuck all within three months of her initial sign up date (that date being yesterday). Where as my creative ass, will continue to be misunderstood, scare away intriguing people and potential mates at an alarming rate and fulfill my prophecy of spending my later years locked up in a compound waiting for the black helicopters that will never come to finally take me away. I�m not saying that I am any sort of artistic genius, or that I ever will be that much of a tortured soul, but I now totally understand why Vincent hacked off his ear and sent it to that hooker. If genius is misunderstood royalty, you�d better believe that I am its court jester.
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