About arrogance
Arrogant I am not. Maybe sometimes bitter. But I am not humble, nor modest. So, there, let me sketch this gay dating site episode for your reading pleasure.
I am a refreshed e-version of myself. The older version of my profile prompted a twenty year old, quite smart, but not so broken into the rules of the World, to say “You are so dry and airtight”. Which, you have to admit it, is sparkling, although not necessarily funny to all readers. In that case the reader was me, and I found it amusing. I guess the state of one’s spirit is important when decripting messages addressed to that one particular individual. Am I right?
The new version of my profile is more cryptic, stating in two lists and one paragraph the things I like, the things I dislike and the things I find funny on this gay dating site. Among them the tendency of certain users to post pictures of what I call Sleepy Hollow types and the proliferation of profiles named by me “beauty stuck in time”. The first thing refers to the pictures you must be all too familiar: discreet guys who give us glimpses of their bodies: head/face is out of the frame, blurred, stricken or somehow obliterated in one way or another, by the clever use of Photoshop, or other more naive or more professional techniques. The beauty stuck in time is a type of profile I have known and observed for more or less five years since I have the account. I know, I am an online antropologist. These guys are still 20, 26 or thirty. Years old. I mean they have managed to find a secret that eludes the rest of us and they keep young, sexy and constant in age. That, or there is something wrong with their settings. Finally, among the things I list as dislikes, the bisexuals. OK. Remeber! this is all about my personal profile on a, let me underline that, dating site. (Maybe I should add “blind dates, blind dating” on my no-list.)
Now, about him. He is a guy in his forties, no pictures, virtually no information in his profile, other than his age, orientation (bisexual), top acting in search for a submissive and reliable bottom.
His first unsolicited message to me read “what an arrogant guy type of profile you’ve got… mind you… the universe does not start measuring its unfolding from you. Not space-wise, nor time-wise.
His second unsolicited message to me read “you’re too full of yourself, maestro 
… and remember the king is naked” (here I had assumed he was talking about the emperor’s new clothes.)
Enter cue my rather lengthy and polite reply inviting to world peace and mutual ignorance of each other.
His third message to me read “you are so counterfeit”
Can you guess what followed?
