I'm having trouble with a common discrepancy with my online encounters. The expectations seem to be skewed and I've got to get this off my chest... Which is covered in my pictures yet, guys still make comments inquiring of my cup size. 8oz is my whitty response. I feel like the standard is not the same. I've had copious messages inquiring of how recent my pictures on my profile were. I've learned that four months is an acceptable amount of time for female pictures but, there's no such rule for male counterparts. The full-body picture is not an expectation for men, so a string bean may look like a pear... Which is fine if you're trying to make a cobbler, but if you're in dire need of a healthy companion, you're out of stalk. Bluntly, online dating is shopping for features and characteristics that may match your appetite. Dad bod with a wild side, holding an acoustic guitar maybe last months flavor, but the shipment of free-spirited sarcastic elder who's good with his hands entices the pallet... at least until next season. Mr. Wire Hanger was not completely my tight, but one or two of us pictures was pretty cute, so I engaged in nerdy conversation. While conversation went smoother than a fresh jar of Skippy, I requested a picture on Snap to save with our chat. When I say my phone fell out of my hand, I wish I was exaggerating. All I can say is thank God for my LifeProof case. Does it protect from spills, concrete cracks, and clumsiness? Sure, but does it protects from catfishing? NOWWWWW we're talking. He looked as similar to his dating profile pictures as I do to Demi Moore. What-- having the same color hair doesn't count for anything? What a hairy situation.... His hair and beard were so wiry and unkempt that they resembled Uncle Sid from the Duck Commander TV show. I'm sure he's somebody's type, but definitely not for me. Hey, we are all entitled to people that you find attractive.... God knows there's plenty of people that have blatantly alerted me that I would not be their type if I was the last woman on Earth. I get it... But don't come at me and call me shallow you're the one doing the misleading. Do I have cast pictures where I have all the right junk in all the right places and less than lines on my face? I have proof in the pudding... But is that going to get me anywhere for people that are trying to meet me now? Appreciating honesty when given me, I told this boy what was up after slowly phasing out our conversation and adding ridiculous response times to each message. "Hey... I'm sorry but you're really not my type." "Then why did you swipe on me," he inquired. "Well... you just look different than your pictures." "Yeah," he admitted. "Those are about 2 years ago." I absolutely lost it like a blind woman loses her car in the parking lot of Tuesday morning. "How?" I sputtered. "How is it acceptable for a guy to do that yet I'm expected to have full body pictures and then be recent to the point where they have to be in the last few months?" "Well, girls take a lot more pictures..." I refused to have this conversation with him. He tried to carry on about how standards are skewed and it really shouldn't be all about physical features, yet he was certainly content with mine.
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