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Faceless on Facebook

Lincoln Adams | October 5, 2006 @ 12:13 pm

I’m in a slightly better mood today…. no I’m not. Ah well.

I signed up for Facebook after getting an email from them indicating that open registration was now allowed. As much as I hate social networking sites, (especially Myspace), Facebook though seemed far more sophisticated to me, sporting a MUCH cleaner look than that other networking site that shall not be named again. So I figured what the hay, and made the plunge. There are many networks and groups you can join, so I decided to try my local network to see if there were any likeminded hot looking girls that I could discreetly add to my list of friends. :shades:

There were plenty of them in my area… that is, of course, until I filtered the results. You can filter results in different ways, including political affiliations, so the first thing I did was filter the results to show only “very conservative” girls.

No matches. NONE. Good God.

So I tried just “conservative” and got back 11 hits… out of what had to be well over 1000 girls in the same network. Man did I pick the wrong political ideology to follow. It’s not that I have anything against liberals (other than the fact that I can’t stand them), but I do think whoever I hook up with ought to be on the same wavelength that I’m on, or at least understand where I’m coming from.

To be sure, there have been many times where I wished I had been a liberal atheist instead. My goodness, I’d have so many options I wouldn’t know where to begin. I’ve thought of pretending, but I can’t do it without looking transparent. It’d be obvious that I didn’t believe the liberal nonsense I’d be spouting, just so I could impress some girl. Hell I can’t even stomach saying the name “Clinton” without spitting. It’s just not who I am. And unfortunately for me, just by being who I truly am, that is, a conservative Christian, the dating pool has been reduced to a mere puddle.

As if to reinforce this point, last night I took the profile test for eHarmony… again. I don’t know why I keep going back to them, other than that I must be a real glutton for punishment, but having nothing else to do I wanted to see if I could finally get a personality profile that for once might be accurate. I answered the questions as best as I could, and got back a profile that wasn’t totally off the mark (but not much close to it either). I did think it was VERY accurate however when it described those ideal qualities that would make a match perfect for me.

After I finished the test, eHarmony did a search for matches…

“We have found no matches for you at this time.”

Yep, somebody up there is definitely having a lot of fun at my expense. If only I had a large family, then I could simply do what all the other red state Christians do: just marry a cousin of mine. :smile:

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All by Myself on a Friday Night

Lincoln Adams | September 29, 2006 @ 6:13 pm

Well it’s Friday, I’m by myself at work, and once again I have no plans for tonight other than twiddling my thumbs and watching WWE Smackdown. Guess it beats getting drunk at bars and waking up in stranges places the next morning, but maybe not if you like that kind of thing.

Back in the days when I had friends, on Fridays I would sometimes gather up my computer rig and stop by my best friend’s house, where me and a few other buds would set up a local network and game until 4 in the morning. Sometimes we went out to the movies or rented DVDs, but either way, someone (usually me) always made sure we stocked up on enough junk food to kill a healthy elephant. It was a nerdy way to spend a weekend, but still, we had us a time. :shades:

But then somewhere along the way, my best bud started juggling relationships with several different women, and because I was too much of a freak to manage getting a girl of my own, I found myself spending more and more Friday nights hanging out with my friend… and whatever stupid bitch he happened to be dating at the moment. Quite obviously, said stupid bitch would not be keen on some of the geeky things we liked to do, unless it involved renting a DVD from the romantic comedy section at Blockbuster.

Suddenly, Fridays were no longer as much fun as they used to be.

Nowadays, my idea of an ideal Friday night has become more romanticized since then, and ironically enough, it involves the very thing that started ruining my Fridays to begin with: women. Yet I liked the idea of renting a DVD from Blockbuster, and then cuddling up with a sweetheart on the couch as enjoyed whatever flick we decided to rent. Or maybe hanging out at my place or hers so we can spend a quiet evening discussing love and life over a homemade candlelit dinner. Companionship was what I really wanted.

But as one decade rolled into another, I realized the sad truth that it would never happen to me. Years of disappointment and unrequitted love had coagulated together to create a poisonous bitterness in me that I can’t seem to shake no matter how hard I try. Whenever I dwell on my loneliness and how I got to this point, I truly want nothing better than to just lay down and die. It’s as if my whole existence had been a mistake, but somehow fate had screwed up and I managed to be born, rather than become just another number in the miscarriage statistics.

Instead I’m stuck in the vicious cycle where my bitterness has deeply affected my personality, knowing full well no girl worth half her weight in salt would think to approach me in my current state, yet that very fact also perpetuates my bitterness. What came first, the chicken or the egg?

Hmm, maybe I WILL have that speedball after all.

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