The Real Power of The Internet. . .
Now that I’m single, I’ve had several friends try and set me up on dates. But before I go out with any girl, I tell them that they should read my observations and if they still want to go out with me, then they should e-mail me.
This way, she’ll either know that I’m a misogynist asshole and not want to go out with me or she’ll think that I’m a creative genius and want to sleep with me before we leave the restaurant.
It seemed like a full proof plan, until my last date asked me point blank “You’re not going to blog about this are you?”
And that’s when I realized that the Internet is like a supped up version of the bathroom stall in the men’s room. With just a couple taps of my keyboard I could tell the world anything I wanted to about this girl.
Maybe she snorts when she laughs, has kanckles, a mole on her inner thigh, back hair, likes to throw up in the bathroom after she’s eaten, thinks that Canada is a part of the United States, and got herpes when she was sixteen. . .from her brother of course.
And who is to say that these things aren’t true?
So naturally, I did what any self respecting guy in my position would do, I told her that if she didn’t sleep with me, I would definitely blog about her. After all a girl can’t have a reputation.
