Day Two: Weeding

10:00am Wednesday September 21st

I wake up at 8:50 today due to the fact that I was up until 2am looking at this f*ing website. Seriously? SERIOUSLY?

I am scared to even look at my gmail inbox and wait until I get to my desk at work to see the damage. 50 more emails. ugh.


So this is how I'm feeling- I don't have time for this shit. I dont even have time to weed out the half decent messages or people. I feel like I should be doing something productive, like updating my resume, or actually doing my job. And you know what else I dont know? What "ChiGuy" 40, from Lombard does for a living, because somehow he has managed to send me two emails, wink, and try to initiate a chat session since I joined. Sorry old guy in suburbs, I'm not interested.

I kept my profile pretty simple and to the point for a reason. I'm not picky, but I made what I was looking for PRETTY SPECIFIC: 26-34, within a 5 mile radius from Chicago. To be honest, if I could ask for a 3 mile radius from the location of my apartment, that would be ideal, but clearly that's not happening.

I think its interesting the vail of confidence that the internet gives people. I forgot about it, because the last time I experienced it was circa 1995 when AIM was the rage, and for the first time, I had the guts I wanted to say to people I wanted to say it to, I just hid behind a screen name.

There is definitely a creepy factor to all of this, that continues to make it hard for me to take this seriously. And after reading through some of these pathetic pleas to respond, I'm starting to regret doing any of this. I'm starting to feel bad at myself for hitting delete. I might need to take a day off.

I'm sure in an hour I'll be back on reading more messages. Maybe in a few minutes. Ok I'm going to go look now. This is kind of addicting, but maybe its the confidence boost I needed.

On a separate note, I probably shouldn't have drank that bottle of wine last night as I'm pretty sure I made a date with PilotB tonight. Whoops.