The Good, the Bad, and the Slightly Strange
This gets filed under the “This could only happen to me” category. As I mentioned before, I joined match.com, which also owns another dating site called Chemistry.com. Now, to be honest, I really don’t have a clue what the difference is between the two, but I was on line one day and received a notice that said I could get 5 free matches from Chemistry.com by filling out their personality survey. If you haven’t figured out by now, I’m pretty much game for this stuff, so I filled out the survey and hit send. And here is where it gets a little weird…
Okay, disclaimer first! I’m a pretty liberal person. In other words, what someone wants to do in the confines of their own home, bedroom, or dungeon is none of my business. As long as no one gets hurt and everyone involved is consenting and of age, then have at it. If it’s an act that I find “icky” well then, I just don’t have to go looking for it. One person’s “icky” is another’s nirvana, I guess. So, now that I’ve cleared that up let me share a surreal moment, brought to you by Chemistry.com.
A day or two after completing Chemistry.com’s survey, I received an e-mail saying I had 5 matches. I go to the site and sure enough there are 5 names, waiting for me to click on them. The first name on the list is “Lorelei.” Hmmmmm. Did I miss something on the survey? Did some computer decide that I’d have better luck as a lesbian? (Believe me, that thought has crossed my mind!) Of course, being the game gal that I am, I clicked on the link. The title across the page says, “I’m a CD TV – if you don’t know what that is, then we probably aren’t going to make a good match.” I know what a CD TV is. Hey, I’ve got a theater background, and in my 20’s I logged a lot of time in movie theaters watching The Rocky Horror Picture Show. For those who don’t know what a CD TV is, it’s a cross dressing transvestite. Apparently, a lot of these guys are straight and really do like women, but they also like wearing our clothes too. It’s a toss up between what they like more, I think.
I’ll admit, the first thing that went through my head was Eddie Izzard, the actor/comedian. I do find him incredibly attractive, and whenever I see him I find myself thinking, “oooh, I’m a bad girl and I’d do him in a minute.” He’s hot, and I don’t care that he’s wearing more eye makeup than me, or wearing higher heels. There is just something about that guy…. If you don’t know who he is, here are a few pictures. Hey, just doing my bit of community service. But I digress… back to “Lorelei.”
What can I say about Lorelei? A stocky guy in a shoulder length red wig who bears a striking resemblance to Kathy Bates – not that I mean to insult Kathy Bates. The look is okay on her, very disturbing on this guy. He’s smiling brightly into the camera, and obviously he is totally digging on who he is and how he looks. Good for him! However, all I can think is that if I went out with him, he’d have my sweaters stretched out beyond recognition in no time. There are a lot of things I want to share with a potential mate, but my bra and panties aren’t on the list.
Needless to say, I sent a polite “no thank you.” But you know, in retrospect, if “Lorelei” had looked anything like Eddie Izzard, well let’s just say I would have sacrificed a couple of sweaters AND some bras and panties! I guess it’s just a matter of degrees….
Good luck Lorelei. We’re all looking for basically the same thing. And you know the old saying, “There’s a lid for every pot.” - Vive la difference!
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March 8, 2008 at 1:11 am
It was just another evening in the late 70’s. Just another gathering of college friends – drinking, smoking, and washing down Quaaludes with shots of Jack Daniels – acting out post-teen angst in the living room of a de-luxe, 2 bedroom, semi-furnished apartment situated in the off-campus area known as The Triangle (formerly The Quad – before the fire). As the evening progressed, and the tar built up on the bong bowl and the spillage from shot glasses patterned an increasingly large mosaic of wet stcky spheres across the coffee table, no one noticed the young, stocky man slip out of the room. Suddenly, and in perfect unison with the drop of the turntable needle onto “I Will Survive”, out pops Jeffery from around the corner in one the hostesses’ empire waist dresses and her Frye boots! Perhaps there’s alittle CD TV in everyone, especially in the company of the Diva.