In case you missed it, here is the longest confession ever from the Hooksexup Confessions page:

 "i dont understand what i see, or maybe now its to the point where i dont see anything at all but the fact that i am in denial will not allow me to stop aknowledging you. maybe i like the chase, maybe i like knowing that i will never ever know how you feel, and in that insanity and create sane love stories of us being together. maybe its because i had a taste, because my lips had the chance of salivating and coming in contact with yours. and your lips were so big they over powered mine. maybe i like felling suffocated in ur big man arms. i felt like i was in a straight jacket when we cuddle. for those moments i was crazy for you. scratch that, i am only crazy about you when i am not in your presence. when we're together it feels perfectly normal. im completely comfortable. i sit here everyday and question what you dont see in me, because i see everything. i see how i cant make you laugh, like really laugh. i see how i stratch your head in all the right spots. i see how when we cuddle and our bodies are entwined , you fall right into place with mine, you head fit right on my chest, my legs tucked neatly by your stomach, and everything feels good. i tell our sad hopeless chance of nothingness love story to random people, just because i think that maybe the next time i tell it i will find an answer. its not even like you are unpredictable, because you are completely predictable. i can pin point when you're going to ignore my i.m, when you're going to get upset, when you're going to pretend like you dont care, but the truth of the matter is you care more than we all know. you have developed this character for yourself, this male being that feels the need to sit on a pedestal, one that is held up by the women that go weak in the knees for you. you live to never be captured.to never be seized, couped, entangled in a teenage love affair. you are the john tucker of the bronx, corny to say, but true to the tee. but like i said you are the main actor in your own play. you direct the scene, you choose the cast and you potentially decided the ending. i want to be the leading lady, the one who pulls down the stage curtains. the one that wipes away the makeup, who ripps the script and alters the ending. i want to bring your alter ego to a demise.i think that i just want to capture you, to change you. i know, i know, i am not a super hero, nor a witch, and have no supernatural powers. I JUST WANT YOU TO FUCKING SEE WHAT YOU ARE MISSING OUT ON, DAMMIT. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU. i have tried it all and you have tried nothing, yet you take the lead. i bake the cake but you eat it in all its glory. i hate this, i hate how vunerable i feel. i hate how weak i make myself look, how im willing to do anything for you to notice how great i am. i am getting tired so i will end my thoughts here for the night, just know this is not over."

 

Now there have definitely been some criticisms about the writing ability of the bloggers on Date Machine, so you might think that I don't have a leg to stand on when voicing criticism, but I can't imagine being moved by something so badly written. Can you?

It occurs to me that I am deciding on dateablility depending on the quality of the emails I receive. The emails that appeal to me are witty and entertaining and they are the ones that I take to the date stage. But what if someone just doesn't have good writing skills? With my formula, they are toast. 

I am not too concerned about sentence structure and "correct" use of language, if that isn't abundantly clear already, and can manage to overlook your and you're if I really try, but what I can't abide is those "interview" type emails with formulaic questions and no personality. If that's all a person can come up with given the luxury of time and re-writes, it doesn't bode well for a spontaneous conversation.

BUT

One of my best friends in London is fantastic company - witty, engaging, hilariously funny. Yet her emails are pedestrian.
If she'd written to me via the Internet we would never have made it to the great friends stage. And that would have been terrible.

How else to decide? How can one tell if there's a witty conversationalist trapped in the body of an ordinary emailer? Maybe the dull emailer just doesn't have good typing skills and his thoughts flow faster than he can commit them to paper? Screen I mean.

I've exchanged several emails with one man and there seems to be no flow developing. His profile is interesting, his photos are appealing, but his command of the written word at least, leaves me cold. To pursue or not to pursue, that is the question.

See, I could give the not-very-engaging writers the benefit of the doubt, but risk a dull date. Or I could continue with my strategy and risk passing on the man of my dreams simply because he's a 2 finger typist.

The main issue is, and to quote Aaron Neville, "My time is too expensive"
If I went out every night, I could blast through a ton of suitors - witty writers and otherwise - and find the one I want. Like getting a new job.
But at $12/hr, it's not such a viable plan.

I was wondering why I've gone out on dates with so many writers.  "Duh!!!"
I guess I have to give this more thought...

 

Here are some I made earlier:
How kissable are you?
Happy Boxing Day
Merry Miserable Fabulous F*cking Christmas
Persistent, interested or just plain annoying?
Do blondes have more fun?
A nod to amboabe
The road less travelled