I just got the following email, from someone on an online dating site, unsolicited. As in, at no time did I ever indicate I wished to receive an email from said individual, or mention that I am into any of the things mentioned in the below narrative.
Normally I wouldn’t really share an email sent on a dating site, because, to be honest, they’re usually just not that interesting. Even the weird ones don’t usually capture my attention for longer than a nono-second, given my gnat-sized attention span, and my own comparitive weirdness.
But, in the interest of science, and blowing your collective minds. I present to you an email in the key of WTF.
And… go.
“The gathering closed onto the summit.Gathering pace the small group of people walked excitedly all drawing their senses and eyes directly above them.It had been 2 years since the mayan calenders close and Elfie knew in herself the messages meaning in her *dating site* inbox,an invitation that had been in fact sent from another world.
Elfie was now one of the group of contactees usually refered to as singles or the dateable in the old world.She took a glance around her as the precession finally stopped atop the desolate hill on the cities outskirts.People of all types…one geezer or as she liked to refer to him as in her lofty mind reminded her of Mr Howe from Gilligans Island.Another was a close copy of the famous Colonel Sanders from the deep fried chicken fame.A mixed bunch of misfits one might say and Elfie knew also inside herself she was no escapee of reminder in others minds of being someone more than a little eccentric.
”What time is this thing supposed to arrive,does anybody know?”yelled the man in the tan suit.Pacing briskly back and fourth like he had another important appointment to go to.
”Do people from outside the solar system keep the same time?”asked Elfie insistently.
“What makes you think they are even people?I saw no profiles” stated the person standing next to Elfie.A kinda floatsum and jetsum of the online dating world.
As the people conversed collectively about the pros and cons of the theory of relativity and the rumored existence of Chineses exports now reaching beyond the earth and into the cosmos in secret,the actual moment had arrived for which they had been waiting for..
All eyes gazed triumphantly on the beamship above briskly descending down above them in the starry night sky.It stopped a reasonable distance above the gatherings heads as to not squash them or cause immediate panic and it then dipped down gently making a kinda weird funny sound a kinda toiletry disturbance and then a rope was flung down to them after a fuelsalage door opened.
“A rope?!…a bloody rope?” exclaimed the colonel in a tone as yet unmatched that evening.
The man in the tan suit started laughing out loud in fits at the sight.
Nobody could believe or grasp such an advanced race who traverse the galaxy had not yet predicted the need for at least ladders when alighting and picking up humans.Then suddenly from out of all the excitment appeared a figure unlike anyone had ever seen before,be it on the telly or Oxford street between the years 1970 thru to 1999.
“Gasp….whoa!!….came the knee jerk response from the crowd.
It began to speak..
“Earthlings of *dating site* I express on behalf of command HQ from Zeta Reticuli quadrant a warm solar hello and welcome aboard.Just hold hands and one nominated leader grab the rope and let our highly advanced physics do the rest”
“Once aboard we will have lunar cocktails and mercurial nibblies.We will be traversing up to our mothership located currently just behind the SBS news satelite in earths inner orbit.Once aboard we will be holding multiple seminars in various subjects.From dating at the pyramids to bare naked gardening on mars.The acceptability of martian gardening and zen into the galactic mainstream apposed to being just a local solar systemic trend.So please once again welcome aboard members from all of HQ of Zeta Reticuli and thanks for coming”
On board whilst the announcement was actually taking place there was unprecedented pandermonium.Evil Dialecs from 70s era Dr Who were zipping around the floor of the craft excitedly and reffering…”Humans Humans imprison them inprison them!”
An alcholic jaba woki who became dejected from Hollywood after an on location accident went uncompensated,who was now a very angry jaba woki was leaping around banging his fists down on the modules table and shaking his head to and through in jubilation of his new hostages.
All sorts of madness awaited the online dating members who were still at this time on top of Inspiration hill in the dark and they were in the dark alright.
Stayed tuned to the next installment of Intergalctic Dating.
Brought to you by “Nick ADMIRES the chick called *my username*”
He can never get her attention.”
My face immediately after reading:
And now, my rant. Soooo much rant.
1. Do you think I’m an idiot? Do you think I think that that abortion of a Mad Lib was written just for me? Do you think I don’t realise you just change out the username each time?
2. Which brings me to my second point – do you know what women REALLY love? Being interchangeable. Nothing makes us go “bone me” like getting an email that we know has been sent to countless other women, and knowing that all you did was change one thing.
3. Which brings me to my THIRD point. Do you know what women love more than being interchangeable (apart from “make me a sandwich” jokes – they’re super original and funny, so we love them)? Abstract science fiction stories about online dating. In fact, when I’m looking for erotic fiction online, those are the very words I ask Google to hunt down for me. Fifty Shades of Grey can go beat itself in the corner – I want me some Fifty Shades of Awkward Star Wars and Dr Who References.
4. Fourth. If you’re going to send your Fan Boy love stories to unsuspecting female types on the Interwebs, at least proof read it first? The lonely quotation marks, spelling errors and random syllables in that thing were floating around more awkwardly than Rose after telling Jack she’d never let go, and then.. dang… letting go. And at least she had a door to chill on!
5. Storyline. Get you some.
6. The Oxford St reference. Just.. what. Maybe I’m too young to understand this reference, but does Oxford St between the years 1970 and 1999 represent all that is wacky, way out and bizzare to you? Although I do have to give bonus points for not including a Lady Gaga/alien reference. Kudos to you.
7. Proper punctuation. Remember this, and hold it near to you during the long, lonely nights – punctuation is important. Consider this, and which is better: “Let’s eat, Grandma!” or “Let’s eat Grandma.” Now, if you’re a normal, functioning, member of society (and let’s be honest, I have my doubts), then choice 1 is preferable. If you’re a cannibal, choice 2 (unless you’re grandma, of course.)
8. Picking a bunch of random pop culture references and writing them on a piece of paper, putting all the pieces in a hat, putting said pieces in a blender with a Science Fiction novel, blending with milk, drinking the contents and then shitting out the results on to a tarp is not the best way to write a story. Truth.
9. I know this is covered in my point about proof reading, but Intergalctic? Fuck me. (Despite what I just wrote, this story will at no point result in you fucking me.)
10. Finally, and more importantly. Refer to the below photo, and realise… this dog has more game than you will EVER have.
Next time, just get the bitches some leaves.
EDIT: Last night I got the below email follow-up.
Pretty sure he wants to wear my skin as a coat.