It is highly possible that I have blogged this already. My brain has gone a little pear-shaped after a sleepless weekend, so please forgive the transgression. If indeed there is one.
Here goes nothing...
Zeitgeisty posted about women showing up on dates bearing little or no resemblance to their photo.
I don't have the balls to do that.
I've gone on dates where men have said they were relieved I looked like my pictures as, apparently, women show up years older and 50 lbs heavier.
Again, it takes balls to do that.
And blind faith.
But balls none the less.
Now several men have tipped up after apparently spending too long in the tumble dryer or something, because they've been considerable shorter than advertised. One guy, who claimed to be 5'7" said "you're smaller than I expected you to be". My profile says 5'3", but I was in heels and so was exactly 5' 6" and could see clean over the top of his head. Yet I was the one who appeared smaller. Oh-kaaay.
(Truth be told, I lie about my height since I am 5' 2 1/2", but there's no way I am showing up in bare feet and so actually am between 5'3" and 5'7", footwear dependent. But I digress)
Men lie about their height a lot. About their body shape a little - honey, that is soooo not what I'd call athletic - and and a few lie about their hair, or lack thereof. But the variables with the average man are pretty narrow. Especially after mid 30s or so. I think it's fair to say that most 35+ men have shortish hair. Americans are a conservative bunch in terms of clothing, so there's not much to switch up there.
Women, as my height example shows above, can change rather more dramatically. We can be taller or shorter depending on shoes, hair can be worn up or down, make up or no make up, push up bra or not, tight clothes or loose etc etc. A well cut outfit can trim 10lbs off a woman's body. Even a little make up can transform a face.
The folk that show up bearing no resemblance to their photo have played a foul and should be given at the very least a yellow card, but the ones who look maybe not quite like you expected should be given the benefit of the doubt. It is very difficult to cast a critical eye over your own photograph. We all know what we look like in the mirror - I for one look gorgeous - but unless we're actors or in the habit of filming ourselves for kicks, we have little idea how we appear to the viewer as the animated beings that we are.
I'd like to think that, as a mature grown women, I can spend an hour with pretty much anyone and find a way to be pleasant. Even if they're sporting a toupee or have all their tackle stuffed down one trouser leg. A confessor over on Hooksexup Confessions said she could see disappointment in her date's eyes. And as far as I am concerned, that's a red card foul. If your date walks in with a face like a slapped arse, pin a smile on your face and be a grown up. It's, at most, an hour out of your life and being civil and pleasant company gives you good karma for dates to come.
There should be a code of honour for Internet daters. A very short version of the Hippocratic oath--"First, do no harm".
Surely that's not too much to ask?
(Oh and yeah, I know that "first, do no harm" is not exactly in the Hippocratic oath, but that's the gist of it. This sentence loosely translates as "piss off yer purist!")
The obligatory back catalogue:
I am a whore
First Date sex?
Small Juicy Ones
The Perfect Blowjob
What is a boyfriend
Friends with Benefits
Real Women
Another quick pull out
Lesbian Lovers Come Out
Digits
Asymmetrical Knobbage
Cunning Linguist
Cunnilingus
Fabulous at 40
Winehouse Reveals
The Chick Facial File
Mirrors
Confession plus Daily Knob!
Abusive?
Celebrity Confessions: Boy George
Dick Trilogy Part 3
MORE dicks in my inbox
Dicks in your inbox
Read my Sodding Profile!
Hooksexup Confessions: Herpes
The Queen Confesses
The Arse Man Cometh
The Ass Play Chronicles
The Sandwich Blowjob Porn Connection
Bangin Ass
Deformed Dicks
Did I really dream that?
Why I don't date Celebrities
Fashionably late or just a slacker
I am loving the youtoob links and so, to that end, feast yourself on the dead, yet gorgeous, Jim Morrison. He was a hairy fucker fa reals. Damn fine tune too - Peace Frog. (And yeah, it does kinda sound like I'm Free by the Soup Dragons, but Jim got there first)