I just feel pretty safe saying that, as a whole, humans don’t like when people are nasty to them. Sometimes it’s clear they know what they’re doing, which is the worst possible type of neg. I don’t know.) Sometimes it’s clear that they are just hapless goons.
Sometimes it’s just clear that you should have joined the convent like your third-grade teacher suggested. For the record, none of these messages garnered a response.
—but nothing on the level of the backhanded assholeish-ness that infiltrated my inbox from day one on Ok Cupid. Like I said, I know this is random, but I had to let you know. If you want though, you should look at my profile, I worked really hard on it, haha, but there is a lot of information on there, so only go read it if you enjoy reading or you could hate your life. Maybe because they can’t make a first impression with clothing or intensely acidic cologne, some of the men on Ok Cupid peacock in a different way: bragging.
I felt bad enough going online to date in the first place, but the influx of negs made me feel worse. But the desire to demean someone and the desire to date her are, I think, mutually exclusive. I figured you probably hear it all the time, but hey, I couldn’t let someone as gorgeous as you get away without me at least telling her first. I tend to ramble.” When I first got this message, I had been on Ok C for a few days and was already getting tired of the bullshit two-word messages and the negging and the total absence of shallow compliments I thought I’d be getting to at least compensate for the rest of the trash in my inbox. I like talking about myself as much as (and probably more than) the next person, OBVIOUSLY.
This of course turns the screw and makes her even more invested.
When I do reply I acknowledge that I made her wait for my reply and I apologize. Now she’s interested in me, and wants to know more about my life.
For privacy I’ve blanked out phone numbers, user names and my name. Initially it looks like I’m breaking my own law of investment here, by writing more than her.
A few precious gems were legitimately nice and pleasant, but their presence in my inbox was so minuscule as to hardly be noticeable. I think this is on the way out, but it’s lingering. I am interested in historical records on some of the most pressing matters of our time.
We had a 2 to 3 hour date before ending up at her place. I took the time to read her profile, and saw something in there that alluded to having a knee injury, which I have firsthand experience with, so I jumped on that.
It led to me calling Vanessa and having about a 45 minute conversation, and agreeing on logistics to meet up.
The Neg For the blissfully unacquainted, to “neg” someone is to basically insult her while pretending to compliment her.
It’s spitting in her face and then asking her out after.