As many of you know, this cartoon connotes EXACTLY what life is like today–virtually, physically. It’s pretty funny. Last week, my cousin NIK got engaged…and I saw her Facebook status update AND I immediately wrote to congratulate her.
Talk about instant gratification. One day, I was talking to a friend about the lack of available, date-able men in Healdsburg. She-along with many other friends have been encouraging me to put my profile online–on one of those dating sites.
GOOD GOD! I may be passionate about the internet, but I’m not about finding passion on it. I not about meeting real people online. My theory about why those dating sites are so successful is that everybody who’s on them has one thing in common–they are all looking to get hooked up. And that’s the basis of their meeting–so their rates are successful.
Plus, apparently–the women can shop. Great business model…let the women shop. HA!
I shouldn’t be so guarded. If you read my blog, you know I’m all about being authentic and real on the internet. AND there are a lot of success stories out there about meeting people online. For example, some guests I last week met on LavaLife. Other friends on Match.com. Anyway. A lot of my friends say get online, figure out what you want, and order them up.
But the whole process is a bit freaky to me. You can’t read their body language. You can’t see what’s in their eyes. You can’t hear their voice inflections. There are so many levels at which humans communicate, the internet is just one. Although, somehow, I personally find it easier to be honest in this medium, I know that there are many others who communicate who they want to believe they are.
Also, I’d be freaked out at finding somebody I may already know out there–and I’d dated him. Good grief. I’d also be rating them on how long have they had their profile up? Like an MLS listing or something.
Who wants that?
Here’s one of my favourite quotes from Lewis Carroll:
Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it would appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been or what you would have appeared to be otherwise. – The Duchess in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, Chapter IX
And, believe it or not, I can recite the entire poem: Jabberwocky.