Blog: The Sleaze Joint With A Soft Glow

I did have a different entry lined up for today, but some friends could do with a bit of cheering up. So, if you’re reading, this is for you guys… you know who you are.

It’s my paltry effort to lighten the tone a bit around here. My high horse is in the stable, and doesn’t want to do anymore riding in with pomp and ceremony.

Anyway…

Most of the people who comment on my blog are female, claim to be female, are a female magnet, or claim to be a female magnet.

I’m not inferring anything, people… I’m just covering myself.

I’ve noticed that lot of other guys who blog have a fairly large proportion of their readership in the female spectrum of our species, regardless of the sexual orientation of the blogger.

In turn, I’ve noticed that a lot of females have a fair whack of males, people claiming to be males (but who would honestly falsify their gender to be a male?), male magnets, or claiming to be a male magnet (although all you’d have to do is say “I have breasts” and just watch them come a runnin’, Pa… a h’yuck)

Admittedly, and I don’t think many would actually own up to this, I’d select to comment on a blog because the author was female. Not to say I haven’t commented on a male’s blog, as I regularly throw something out onto I’m an Intern In New York, October 4th or 123 I love you, but I would probably maintain contact with a female’s blog more than a male’s.

I’m only a mere male. Besides, I put this down to my getting along with women better than men… mainly because I constantly get accused of cracking onto people's girlfriends…

No, I wasn’t using blog as a method of meeting women. No, really. I wasn’t. If you’re gonna raise that single eyebrow like that, I’m gonna… gonna… I dunno. Probably flirt with you some more. You know, you’re cute when you raise your eyebrow like that…

But I digress.

I have mentioned before (and many times in the myriad of different articles I’ve written for various websites years ago) about how anonymity over the Internet reduces people’s inhibitions to a level that makes alcohol look like a personality suppressant. As a result of this, I have seen some of the most uninhibited, sleazy, random, and downright disrespectful conversations.

Being on IRC for five seconds seems to reinforce this:

*** Joins channel #such-and-such - Secksy_Chick
(John) Hi Secksy Chick!
(Paul) Hi!
(George) Hi SC!
(Ringo) Hi!
(Pete) Hi!
(Secksy_Chick) Hi guys
(John) Wanna cyber?
(Paul) Wanna cyber?
(George) Wanna cyber? asl?
(Ringo) Wanna cyber?
(Pete) asl? Wanna cyber?
*** Secksy_Chick quits IRC (Fuck off)

To be honest, whilst I enjoy the attention this blog now gets, I would never do the whole “flirting” thing over the phone cable. Rather than being bathed in the soft glow of a PC monitor, waiting for the next jumble of text to appear on the screen, I much prefer being face-to-face with someone so you can actively gauge their responses through their body language, and their conversation.

I like the spontaneity. I like revelling in knowing that anything can happen and you don’t have the luxury of forethought providing a safety net (ie you don’t stop… think… type… edit…retype…and then send your response). It is much more exciting knowing that at any second you could put your foot in your mouth, and fuck everything up.

And believe me… I have… and will in future…

Besides, blog flirting conjures up seedy images that are, whilst probably inaccurate, less than complimentary. Forgive me for playing to the stereotypes.

There is nothing more fun than asking a girl if she likes Shania Twain… grabbing her on the arse and saying, “Man, you feel like a woman”.

It’s just as fun watching the bruise under your eye go down…