“Are you busty?”
Sigh.
After quite some time, I’ve returned to OK Cupid, where I found my last BTP (boyfriend-type-person). OK Cupid has a couple of advantages: its basic service is free, and it asks you a bunch of questions. It then allows you to see how your answers differ from other people’s. (Some silly people don’t answer many, which probably reduces our interest in them.)
There are disadvantages to OK Cupid too. First, there are bots–fake profiles to keep you interested or to encourage you to upgrade your service. Second, there are scammers. Nigerian princes and the like take advantage of the free platform. Third, OK runs tests on its members–it made news that they sometimes lied, telling people they were a match when they weren’t (and vice versa) to see what happened.
I’ve run into another drawback to OK. Apparently, sometimes a technical glitch disables your account. Thus, conversations you were in come to an abrupt stop. OK doesn’t seem to answer queries, and there is no phone support.
Right now, I’m a woman looking for men, but men can’t look at me, message me, or see my messages to them.
Sort of defeats the purpose.
Dating is fraught enough. In fact, two and a half years ago, I posted a column on how to date me on the nternet, giving advice based on the annoyance I was experiencing at the time. I didn’t end up dating much after that since one man had followed the advice instinctively, thus becoming the BTP.
To help with the angst, I’m going to do a couple of blogs as I go.
Entry One:
One man had been texting me after some initial flirtation on OK Cupid. Yesterday morning, he texted and asked when we were going to go out.
I proposed lunch today.
Long wait.
“Why is your profile disabled?” (It had gone down a few hours before.)
I explained the problem.
“Can you send me some pics so I know what you look like?”
Now, there were several pics on OK Cupid. He’d already seen me and been interested to contact me, to flirt, to ask me on a date.
A barrage of texts came, asking for pics, sending pics of him, before I had a chance to answer (the pasta water was boiling).
I told him to google me (there are tons of pics there).
“I like your looks.”
He then proceeded to ask follow up questions. Samples:
“What do men like about your body?”
“What do men like about your body?”
“Are you busty?”
I texted that being asked to provide evidence that I’m hot enough to have lunch with after being asked out was a turn-off. And that was the last text in the exchange.
I had lunch in my office and wrote a draft of this post.
(Do I even need to mention how he said he hoped I wouldn’t mind his giant thick penis since so many women just can’t handle it?)
Sigh.
“I texted that being asked to provide evidence that I’m hot enough to have lunch with after being asked out was a turn-off.”
He is clearly too ridiculous and stupid to date you.