I’M LOOKING FOR A MAN.
Dating has turned into social media spectacle.
The social media spectacle has turned into a hot ass mess.
That hot ass mess is our reality.
Social media has destroyed dating, yet it has advanced our life in many ways.
It allows us to connect with people from the past,
take pictures of our daily lives,
and show our exact “geo” on a map.
But, it has pretty much set us back when it comes to finding a good man.
How many times have you met someone online,
go on a great date with him,
hit it off well,
and come home that night to see him back online?
But, what if all this tweeting and Facebooking has become a convenient mask?
You don’t even need to fuck anymore.
I can Skype your OoVoo in my face.
I started to wonder…
Has social media made it harder to date?
It seems like we are attracted to big numbers.
The more hits someone is getting on their page and pictures,
the more appealing we think they are.
The more pictures they have,
the more interest they generate.
The mysterious do not survive in the online world.
The casual tweeter is an outcast.
It is similar to high school.
Are we really giving the Wolf with “50 followers; 1,000 following” the time of day?
Are we really giving the Fox who has 25 friends on Facebook a pass?
Image is everything.
If you aren’t being an attention whore or have some kind of appeal…
then we aren’t interested.
That is, unless you tweet your bank statement or the fact you are on the way to Paris.
Sadly, that only makes for a more insecure breed to live behind these numbers.
I have met so many Wolves with those big numbers who are actually not what I expected.
They were either:
Dripping in insecurity
Not as good looking as the pictures
Boring as hell
BROKE as hell
Couldn’t fuck worth a dime
…. or those great times when it was all of the above.
I started to wonder about social media and dating.
Has this day and age of attention whoring brought the dating stock down?
Do we need to suck someone we are attracted to dick online to get them to notice us?
That means always re-tweeting and mentioning them.
Commenting religiously under their pictures like a bunch of rabid stalkers.
Are those of us who choose to not be in the spotlight,
are we automatically blacklisted?
Am I, Jamari Fox, the ugly kid who sits with the janitor because my twitter friends are low?
So, if your naked ass in a default picture gets the better Wolf,
your exposed dick on your wall gets you some great online head,
and the more you tweet about how good you can fuck
(with your pecs and abs in a photo album)
draws a huge crowd….
Is social media similar to high school?