Datewrecks

For a long time, I didn't really see the purpose of blogs. People yammering on about all sorts of topics. Indeed, this one is a type of journal, and I don't particularly expect other people to be interested in my naval gazing. I don't have time to keep up with the mail in my inbox, much less spend time reading other people's ramblings, so I rarely read blogs.

There are some, however, which give me my daily dose of hilarity. I don't check them daily; rather, I tend to look at them on occasion. In addition to, of course, icanhascheezburger.com (though when did cats start craving cheeseburgers? That's more of a dog thing) and ihasahotdog.com, there is yousuckatcraigslist.com, whose moderator's comments are great (as are her main readers') and cakewrecks.com, awkwardfamilyphotos.com, and datewrecks.com. Oh, yeah, and peopleofwalmart.com. That's funny in a sad white trashy, do people actually do this? pathetic sort of way. You know, like you shouldn't stare and you shouldn't think it's funny, but you do anyway.

Datewrecks----if anyone for a moment doubts the paucity of sane, decent, intelligent, sensible men, and the overabundance of obnoxious, narcissistic, crazy, insane, idiot men in the dating world, one need only look at datewrecks.com. While the occasional woman does make her way onto datewrecks, the men.....oooooh, my eyes....... We're not talking their appearance. We're talking the entire package. If you wonder what we women have to contend with, read datewrecks.com

Here is one that, as one commenter says, every woman has had a similar experience (except that not every woman is an ex-narcotics cop who goes out on a blind date with a drug dealer).
http://datewrecks.com/2009/10/date-report-the-mutha-effin-coppas/

An excerpt:
We meet up for dinner and drinks. He seemed like a nice guy, but as the dinner went on (with him drinking like a fish) he begins to puke out his sad life story-mainly on how brutal his father abused him by sending him away to school. and never coming to any of his LaCrosse games. Ummm, great-I mean what can you say? Then he changed the subject to those “Mutha Effin” cops and his psycho ex” who conspired together to do a bogus drug raid on his house, even though he only deals 420 to his close friends. The Mutha Effin cops raided his house not once, but twice in a week! I sit there, not trusting myself to say a word without laughing-I’ll explain that reaction later.

He then carefully, painfully, thoroughly explained how he is now broke due to the legal fees and would I mind buying my own dinner? Then he wants to know if I would like go back to his place, smoke a joint and have some sex. Yeah. Wow, what a way to sweep a gal off her feet!

I chose that moment to ask him if he was interested in what I used to do for a living before my current career. As I was flipping cash on the table for my half of the bill and getting up to leave I explained that I was a cop for 14 years-and that I used to work on the narcotics squad, and that I still work as a reserve police officer-all true by the way. Of course I made sure he saw my ID badge in my wallet.

Me again. So what's really pathetic about this is what one of the commenters said:

And again I say, my life must really suck, if I don’t even find this very bizarre…pretty much on par with most of my first dates. At least he wasn’t wearing an ankle monitor…been there.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this----THIS----is what we have to contend with.

I'll share some of my own datewreck stories later. For now, duty beckons, since I didn't get anything done yesterday, thanks to AT&T.