Ahmusings

The 98% humorous musings of M. Lizabeth Currain

Category: pet peeves

Let’s Just Agree

We are all going to have to agree that this guy easily has the most boring, try-hard, obnoxious profile on OkCupid.The best part: He didn’t even put pictures of himself up! But don’t worry, he’s “not a troll.” I’m sorry, but if you are going to be on a dating site, just put up a picture. The fact that you don’t have one up doesn’t make you more appealing. It makes me think you’re an idiot. Give me a break. You’re so cool and handsome that you can’t put up a picture because you want to keep some things private? You do know you’re on an internet dating site, correct? What is wrong with people? Can’t they just be normal? Well, I’m going to break this profile down for you all. And since he doesn’t have any pictures up, I don’t really see the harm in cutting and pasting his profile into this post. Because he’s the worst. My comments are the bold/italicized gems.

metadatacontrol

33 / M / Straight / Single

My self-summary
First things first, no photo…wtf? Here’s the deal, I’m retracting a bit from the long scary fingers of the internet (see: You are not a Gadget by Jaron Lanier). But I promise I’m not a troll and might even be good looking. Damn good looking. Oh, and humble. (if you are that concerned about being on the internet…don’t create an online dating profile. It’s weird. And makes you seem desperate for attention.)

Ok, now that’s outta the way.

After too many fits and starts with this sucker, I’m just going to lay out an ideal day. If you’re with me by the end, we will most certainly click:

Sleep to a reasonable hour. First thing: Coffee. Serious coffee. (“Serious coffee”, because that makes me seem unique and women like unique.)

Stroll to the local brunch spot with my best girl on my arm. Order the usual, and yeah, drink some more Joe, its not as good as what I have at home, but it will do just fine. (To be honest, he lost me with the first sentence  in this part. I mean. Come on! I bet he wears boat shoes, with chinos that are tight and rolled at the ankle. And he wears a long-sleeved madras shirt but rolls the sleeves up. And probably a stupid hat. JUST A GUESS.)

Taking it easy, we meander on home. The sun is high and there’s not a cloud up there, so we decide that today is a perfect day for a long ride. We’ll cruise all the way down to Coney Island and around and about Brooklyn, hitting all of those places we haven’t been in forever. Nothing too crazy, but a good sweat will be worked up nonetheless. (Christ all mighty. Even things that sound normal, end up sounding terrible.)

Once back in the hood, quality pub-grub and a cold beer hit the spot. Perfect. Well fed and well exercised, we part ways and cruise back to our respective apartments. After a short but exceedingly hot shower, it’s time to get back to business. You see, there’s a really out-there but supposedly incredible band that I’ve been wanting to check out, and it being NYC, they’re playing tonight. (This day just keeps getting worse. A “really out-there but supposedly incredible band”? Barf.)

We re-convene at the club and get ready to have our ears stretched and challenged. Unfortunately, it turns out these guys really kind of suck (or at least are having a very off night). Oh well. At least it was a free show. Damn. So we head to the nearest dive and over some whiskey (neat, thanks) we laugh about the awful music to which we were just subjected. (Free show in a club? Right. LIES! And wait, why are you saying thanks? Did I just have to buy your whiskey for you? And what is it with all of you and whiskey?! If all your friends were jumping off a bridge, would you jump too?! And I bet he liked that shitty band even though they sucked. But he didn’t want to seem lame, so he had to pretend it was terrible.)

Blowing out of there, we end up at a warehouse party in some industrial Neverland part of Brooklyn. And the DJ rocks. Like really rocks. It’s one of those nights where 3 hours on the dance floor floats by like nothing, we run into some friends we haven’t seen in ages (what are you doing here?!), and stumble back onto the street just before the sun starts to come up. (When I read this part I clawed my face off. I am having a hard time imagining anything worse than being at a warehouse party with a guy in boat shoes who says things like, “what are you doing here?” Obviously they are there to fucking dance you idiot. Jesus.)

Somehow we make it back to my place. After another hot shower (this one not quite so short), we crash out in each other’s arms, the echoes of the day fading into a delicate blur. (What a wad, seriously.)

Ahhh…sweet NYC. (He must be new in town.)

What I’m doing with my life

See above. And… (You mean that wasn’t a joke?)

By day, I do nifty things involving large, heavy electronic equipment with lots of flashing lights and spinning disks. It’s pretty cool and keeps me on my toes. By night I make heady, rather experimental electronic music of the decidedly not cheesy variety. Its a good mix. (Just say you are a DJ. Or a musician. Stop being so vague, you asshole.)

Otherwise, I like try to bike, hike, and get-down as much as possible, both in and out of town.

I’m really good at

Sometimes, I’m incredibly insightful. Other times, I’m an asshole. (I’m guessing by “other times” he means “all the time.”

Just like you.

The first things people usually notice about me

My amazing good looks and daring intellect. Obviously. (Oh look, he’s trying to be funny. But we know he actually means this. He might be a psychopath.)

Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food

Shouldn’t this be a part of the first date? Besides, I’m horrible at favorites. So let’s go one answer each of current interests:

Books: Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame – Bukowski (I bet he carries it in his back pocket.)
Movies: Repulsion. (Roman Polanski is kind of a fucker, but wow.) (At least he can separate the art from the artist? Can’t these people ever just say they like Kindergarten Cop or something? Why do they always have to prove how deep they are with their movie choices?)
Shows: nope. (Oh look. He thinks he’s too good for tv! Well guess what!? You’re not impressing anyone by saying you don’t watch tv. In fact, this makes you seem even more terrible, if that’s even possible.)
music: Tom Waits and old stuff, mostly. (Old stuff, because I’m an old soul.)
Food: yes.(I’m actually surprised he didn’t list every foreign cuisine he’s ever had.)

The six things I could never do without

Bicycle, Music, Sex (let’s be honest here), toothbrush, and at least 2 of my 5 senses. (I can’t really harp on this, because this question is pretty much bullshit anyways.)

I spend a lot of time thinking about

I think I’ve pretty well covered all of that, but add synthesizers. I am a total synth-geek.(Did he actually cover anything?)

On a typical Friday night I am

Sorting out the mysteries of the universe or elbow deep in culture of some-type. (“Elbow deep in culture”? Are you fucking serious? Going to a “warehouse dance party” only makes you elbow deep in assholes, asshole.)

The most private thing I’m willing to admit

I like a little kink in my coffee. (Wait, did he just admit he’s an alcoholic?)

You should message me if

NYC hasn’t burnt-out your creativity. You like to ride or at least aren’t opposed to the idea. You crave good coffee and strong whiskey. Ahh, and being cute doesn’t hurt either.(I think craving good coffee and strong whiskey is weird. Am I supposed to be dependent on it? Also, why do I have to be cute? You didn’t even post a picture!)

I seriously hate this guy. Hate him. I mainly hate him because OkCupid says we have a 93% match rate. Like what the fuck OkC?! I obviously am A) Too good for this guy and B) Not a complete asswipe. Why can’t you match me with someone who doesn’t want to take me to a warehouse party, where he forces me to do lines of coke off of his dick, and then hacks my body into pieces? YOUR ALGORITHM IS OFF.

Enough With the Capes Already!

In dishonor of New York Fashion Week (Feb 9th-16th) I am going to be sharing some fashion related thoughts with all of you throughout the week. As a note, I have a degree in Fashion Design and spent some time working for various fashion companies. It was the worst. I continue to have opinions about fashion, the main one being: Seriously, what the fuck are you wearing? So for the next week don your best headband and enjoy the ride.

You know what would go really well with this cape? A Horse.

Let me break it down for all of you: I hate capes.

Every year it seems like someone is trying to make them a “thing”. Just stop it already! No one looks good in capes! You look like a jackal on your way to visit your grandmother’s house in the woods. You don’t look cool.

Wearing a cape lets everyone around you know how hard you are trying to be fashionable…and how awesomely you are failing at it.

I know you’re sitting there thinking, “But I see lots of people wearing capes, and they look kind of cool.”  You just stop with that nonsense right now. I will say this, there is something that the cape does to a normal person’s brain, that makes them think it’s a perfectly acceptable thing to wear. It’s not. First of all, you limit the mobility of your arms. Why would you want to do that? Do you know how much you use your arms for things? A lot. That’s how much. Second, do fucking live in Middle Earth? No. You live in the real world, where capes are dumb. Just accept it.

I once bought a cape at a thrift store thinking I was going to be the toast of the town. I tried it on and was like, “hey, this is pretty neat.” It wasn’t. It was the cape using it’s dark magic on me, making me think I looked cool. Thank god someone I knew gave me a reserved “no” for how it actually looked.

There’s really no way to fight the urge to wear it, except to get rid of it. Which I would suggest doing. Because you look like an idiot.

Things That One Should Not Do In Public

People should not clip their nails in public. Why? Are you seriously questioning this? What is wrong with you?

It’s disgusting, that’s why. And surprisingly, this is a thing that people do. Maybe it’s because I live in NYC and I take the subway and am surrounded by all types of people. People that never realized that personal grooming is best saved for the home. I even find women who do their makeup on the train obnoxious. It’s a hazard, you could poke your eye out with that eyeliner or rip out all your lashes as you’re trying to curl them. But I digress.

STOP CLIPPING YOUR FUCKING NAILS IN PUBLIC.

I was on the train heading to work the other morning around 9am and there was a woman standing, leaning against the doors just clipping away. Clip, clip, clip. That’s all you could hear. I’m not really a germaphobe, I mean, I’ve dropped food on the kitchen floor and dusted it off; but there is something about getting things that were once attached to a person, on your personage. Like when you have to clean your roommates hair out of the drain. It’s that same kind of grossed out feeling.

Why would any person think this is a normal thing to do? Do it in your home! Go to a nail salon! But seriously stop fucking doing it on the train! I don’t want your nail clippings in my hair. Or anywhere on me for that matter.

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