Can we make that a thing? Like fetch, but better?
Like, are y'all all forty year old men masquerading as gals?
Let's chit chat a little about that train wreck last night called Catfish.
I know that girl. I worked with her for a little bit in Fayetteville. And no, I don't feel sorry for her in the least.
(She's not the most pleasant person.)
I don't know about y'all, but my daddy taught me that bad things happen to stupid little girls. She's lucky that 1) it was only a girl pretending to be this dude, 2) that she had a camera crew with her and hadn't gone anywhere alone, and 3) someone didn't skin her alive and wear her as a coat. Because so many things could have gone wrong with this whole taking-someone-for-their-word-because-of-what-they-promise-online deal.
Don't worry, the irony is not wasted on me.
I'm not knocking online dating. At all. But I'm pretty sure that all of y'all would do some investigating. You'd be smart enough to guard your hearts for a little while. You'd have the brains to ask someone to Skype you so you could match pictures with the closest thing to real life. You wouldn't act like a fool.
This is how girls are stolen. Because we have the tendency to throw logic out the window the second we think we might have met someone special. Sometimes that works, but when it comes to safety ... why take the chance?
Before you actually meet someone, you don't love him, you love the idea of him. People never put out who they really are in the beginning of a relationship, especially if the nature of that relationship is one in which there is no accountability to the other person. You aren't speaking to Jamison, you're speaking with his agent. His representative. The guy who makes Jamison look the best. The Jamison that doesn't eat Ramen in his underwear or play Call of Duty all day. Fact, is you don't really know Jamison until you meet him.
Is this just the mark of our times? Trying to make everything easy without having to work for it? At what point did we take everything away from the romantic experience? Has everything been reduced to text messages? In an age where the entire world is only a mouse click away, have we forgotten how to be real?