{"id":2119,"date":"2009-05-31T16:46:28","date_gmt":"2009-06-01T00:46:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.godammit.com\/?p=2119"},"modified":"2009-05-31T16:46:28","modified_gmt":"2009-06-01T00:46:28","slug":"myspace-romance-true-fiction","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/myspace-romance-true-fiction\/","title":{"rendered":"MySpace Romance: True Fiction"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Just when I’m trying to finish writing a story I\u2019ve been struggling with, I have to go and orchestrate another MySpace debacle. Can someone please keep track of these for me? I’m losing count. This one was triggered by some guy’s stated regard for an obscure book I love. In retrospect, I\u2019m sure he just Googled it, but that is now beside the point. Things went from zero to sixty: WHAM! Furious messages back and forth, by midnight I had downloaded Skype, the only way he knew how to IM.<\/p>\n

OMFG! What a great guy! Let’s call him “Bald Guy”. A witty, literate, sensitive musician with a morose outlook on like and an appreciation for my flair with the word “cunt.” And what a great voice! A deep, scratchy voice that sounded like a Beatle or some other Northerner, crossed with Eeyore. Well, you know the story, it’s always the same on MySpace, except for the details. It was a perfect affinity! We were soul mates! Hours and hours of chat logged in. No cybersex, don’t even think about it. In fact, most charmingly, he divulged a squeamishness for “anal”, whatever that may mean. As in, “Yanks seem obsessed with anal!” \u00a0 Since I had never mentioned “anal” in the first place, perhaps it was some sort of warning? From now on, IT’S ONLY ANAL FOR ME, just FYI.<\/p>\n

Anyway, back to the story: Look! He put me in his Top 8! Wow, this is even better than junior high, isn\u2019t it?! The other 7 were music contacts. I feel like the winner on American Idol, even though I still haven\u2019t seen a single episode. But then, things start to get weird. What could be the matter? Aren’t we still having fun with this?!? \u00a0 What about our plan to meet in New York? And what’s with the creepy Norwegian girl who’s been posting messages to him with cute little faces at the end?<\/p>\n

Finally: Long confusing disputes about disputes about disputes. My feelings are hurt! No, he insists that his feelings are hurt, not mine. When I resign from whole thing, he needs me back. He loves me! Well, duh, so I sign up again.<\/p>\n

After a long night of back and forth Skyping, we make up, it’s all good (i.e., completely nuts). But he has replaced me in his Top 8 with the Creepy girl, whose profile states so poignantly “I am a young girl, not yet a woman” even though she is 29. She should probably get a move on it, but that’s not my problem.<\/p>\n

I ask him to get rid of her. He can’t! \u201cShe loves his music!” Well, the rest is too gruesome. My hallowed place is now filled by a creepy chick with a questionable eye who looks like a poor man\u2019s Paris Hilton, and they are busy exchanging wacky jpg.s of ladybugs, grapes, etc. Today she has posted on his comments a huge suggestive photo of two greasy snails locked in embrace. Is this supposed to be preferable to anal?<\/p>\n

I don’t know. Obviously, I have blocked this Bald Guy, and feel somehow violated yet again by an idiotic MySpace interaction. All of my 157 devoted friends send me pictures of butt plugs as comments. Can someone tell me what I’ve learned from this? Would anyone like to see this girl’s profile? The one good eye is the color of an icy fjord, or so he has written. Is there anyone out there who is willing to stage an Intervention for me, next time?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"