“it’s so hot” xoxo

I noticed that the Washington City Paper stopped editing its personal ads. This is annoying but also beneficial, because it helps to weed out the idiots. Like this ad:

i’m a nice,loving,warming person i’m new at this i need a teacher to teach me i’m looking for someone who wants to start out as friends and then well see it depend how u treat me i want a women to comfort me in anyway i’m looking for that hot passion love that can make me want you more and more everyday. oh i love to have sex so if u want to be with me have to please me when ever i want lol i love it when someone talks to me dirty during sex “it’s so hot” xoxo.

Dude. Seriously?

I think I would rather eat my own puke than respond to an ad like that. Does that make me a snob? Maybe. I’m not expecting anyone to be a walking Chicago Manual of Style, but coherence would be nice. Throwing in a period and/or capital letter every once in a while would be nice. Although, to be fair, this person did use a correct apostrophe in “it’s,” which is more than I can say for many other folks out there.

The root of my quibble? A personal ad is a first impression. If you can’t even be bothered to sound coherent when making a first impression, what will you be like weeks or months into the relationship when things get comfortable? I just think it looks lazy and slipshod. It’d be like if I had a blind date on a Saturday night and I showed up at that date looking exactly like I did on Saturday afternoon. Which means paint-splattered pajama pants or sweats, quite possibly with a ripped crotch; an old paint- or food-splattered t-shirt from high school; my hair in a messy, greasy knot on top of my head; and zit cream and/or Vaseline (hey, it’s winter; my skin is dry) smeared on my face. It would show a lack of respect (and profound lack of social skills) if I showed up on a blind date looking like that. It’s fine when I’m alone in my apartment and vegging or spending the day working on freelancing (a girl’s gotta be comfortable to do both), but it would be appalling to look that way when I’m meeting someone for the first time. A personal ad is the same way, as far as I’m concerned. So kudos to the City Paper staff for separating the wheat from the chaff right from the get-go.

On Saturday I was awoken at 4:40am by the sound of my upstairs neighbor gabbing on the phone. His praying has awoken me in the past at that hour, but this is the first time his phone-gabbiness (that man talks on the phone more than a 14-year-old girl) has awoken me. Who the hell chats on the phone at 4:40am??

I had to spend much of that day working, but Sunday was clear for doing some secondhand shopping and watching a few DVDs. Plus I wrapped birthday presents, got started on Olivia’s valentine (I make one for her every year), and meticulously cut out several large, blank hearts from heavy-stock paper so I can help her make crayon- and sticker-heavy valentines for her parents and grandparents the next time I see her. And I sewed buttons on a shirt, too. Go figure.

Some random and wonderful links:

• An excellent blog posting on depression.
  

• Fabulous jewelry made out of steel and concrete.
  

song heard most recently before posting:
Fantastic Voyage—Coolio