Must Eat Pussy
I have not been on OKCupid for long, but in my brief stint I have grown disheartened, disillusioned, and dis, I mean pissed, off in general by the crop of folk migrating my way.
It seems so simple, and yet it also seems to be the hardest thing in the world: a person who I find attractive sending me a coherent thoughtful message.
As such, I have decided to soon augment my profile with some information that will hopefully weed out unsuitable applicants who come upon my page. Of course they may just ignore my words all together, but at least I tried a little harder.
Henceforth, here are some of the basic standards I intend to hold up as the introductory requirements for me even considering someone for possible dates.
1) Thou shalt not be a douche.
You can be an asshole, if you are a fun lovable asshole. There are assholes in my life that have done some asshole-ish things to me, but I asked for it. Assholes can make things way more interesting, can push you to be more honest than you might want to be. Fun lovable assholes are good.
You can be geeky. In fact, I would prefer you at least be a little bit geeky. Geeky is fucking awesome. We can geek out about Battlestar Galactica or Harry Potter or the Avengers. We can share our geekiness with each other and marvel in all the geeky awesomeness that we are. Geekiness is a plus.
You can be passionate, ecstatic, full of life and energy. You can run around ready to teach and learn and grow and shape the people around you and reshape yourself.
You can be quiet, reserved, yet a totally great person I want to be around. You don’t need to be loud or boisterous. Just being yourself is great in and out itself, without all the bells and whistles.
But a douche…
A douche brings everyone down. A douche turns awesome to awkward. A douche takes the party from YAY! to meh. I will find it very hard to like you, let alone date you, if you are a douche. No douches accepted; please keep it moving if you are a douche.
2) Thou shalt not be a hermit.
My last “relationship” involved me with an anti-social individual. Most of our time was spent at either my place or his (or ours when we moved in together). I tried to be happy with it just being us, or me leaving to go do things alone with my friends. All the time. Never with him. But I was lying to myself.
I’m not saying I’ll expect us to do everything together, because no. But we will do some things together.
I can, at times, be a little social butterfly. Yes, I go to quite a few events and visit my friends all over this great planet. But if I had a partner, a person I was fully committed to, I would make more than enough time for us, just us. And then I would want you to come along for the ride, experiencing some of the fun stuff with me.
I want a travel companion, a concert buddy, a hotel roommate, a lover, and a friend.
3) Thou shalt talk.
Not only was my Ex anti-social, he didn’t talk about his feelings. Ever. Very big problem.
I’m not saying I expect us to go into marathon gab sessions where we explore the inner reaches of our moral code, dissect the influence of our parents and siblings on who we are, and finally realize the thing that has held us back from true enlightenment.
But I do expect us to talk. Tell me if something upsets you. Makes you happy. How was your day? I want to know that. Is there something bothering you? Something you want to expound on that makes you happy.
Talk. Because if you don’t then we will have problems because…
4) We shall be poly.
I am poly. I am poly. I don’t stop being poly just because I don’t currently have any partners, nor will I cease to be poly because the immensity of your love with fill me to the brim with all the blahblahblah.
No. I am poly.
I have the great capacity to love many people, and would love to have multiple special important lovers in my life. I want partners, dammit, and the idea of denying myself a full rich life because someone wants to change my mind or, worse still, change me, is heartbreaking. And a definite dealbreaker.
I am all for us going slow, not jumping into a W configuration with random semi-permanent offshoots. But if poly is not a possibility for you, if merely the idea of multiple caring emotionally invested lovers does not compute, we shouldn’t even start.
Inevitably, when I tell you about this person I met, or this friendship that is developing into something more, and you tense up, or turn cold, we will be done. You will make an ultimatum or remain quiet until one day blowing up at me, and that will be it. And what would our time together have been for if you lied to both me and yourself from the beginning.
& 5) Thou shalt meet the basics and fucking exceed them.
– You have a job or are actively searching for steady employment.
– You own your own car or have the ability to transport yourself without my assistance.
– You do not live with your parents. (Roommates, great. Parents, no.)
– You can write grammatically correct sentences, which will then form a coherent paragraph, possibly leading to multiple thoughts encompassed in a short essay.
– YOU READS BOOKS! Not a sports page. Not a magazine. But a book. (Bonus points if you know the reference. If not, your welcome.)
– You have the ability to engage in intelligent thoughtful conversation on a range of topics and issues. (For example: You know the difference between Iran and Iraq. And you can find them on a map.)
– You are not an ultra-conservative Republican. No. Just no. Trust me; no.
– You are kinky, or you are kink aware and accepting, realizing I will need to find my kink elsewhere.
– You wholeheartedly accept gay people, their civil right to marriage and families.
– You are pro-choice.
– You enjoy whit and humor, both high and low brow.
– You practice basic hygiene rituals. (See above link.)
– MUST EAT PUSSY! This is a dealbreaker. Seriously, if you don’t eat pussy, don’t even say hi. Don’t try to be funny or witty or baby step around it. No. Just don’t. So. Fucking. Annoying.
If you can abide by all of the above, and then some, then maybe, MAYBE you can date a poetic.
Because that’s another thing. Just because you meet the minimum doesn’t mean we’ll click. It doesn’t mean I’ll find you attractive or you, after inspecting the goods, will find me attractive. And that’s okay.
But, for the love of all that is good, the fact that people can’t even meet the minimum is rage-making.
/rant
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I read this, shared it with my sister, and forgot to comment.
Love the list of demands. Many are my own.
I have had a long term anti-social partner, thought I could handle it, and it sucked.
And I feel much more enlightened since viewing the “read a book”.