And you're as hungry as a team of Iditarod Huskies.
You order from the rather pleasant, attractive waitress (by the way, you've reluctantly paid up front for your meal).
Fifteen minutes later, your dishes are placed in front of you. But that discussion can take place at another time. ), along with the free membership to establish a profile and receive messages and emails from interested members of the opposite sex.
You go back to the kitchen to complain and you suddenly realize that the kitchen is a blank wall and the staff has left the building. Little did I know that some Johnny come-lately would cook up a brilliant idea: Why not carry the idea of imaginary friends to a quantum level, AND, make bags of money at the same time? Naturally, any red-blooded guy will see these messages attached to alluring photos (in most instances). Now, if I want to communicate with phantoms I will attend a seance.
To wit: The aforementioned adult dating site named Camazon; the name, no doubt, a play on words an oblique reference to that ubiquitous purveyor of records, tapes, CDs and nearly everything but the kitchen sink At least with the other site, though, you get what you pay for. And that is one of the enticements; the girl next door can be as much of a hottie and just as available - as the $300.00-per-hour escort. This would be comical if it were not such an insult to one's intelligence.
If I send money for a CD of Sousa marches by the Goldman Band, for example, I can at least expect after a week or so - a familiar brown-paper-wrapped package in my mailbox. Now hooked, our guy wants to take the next step and upgrade to full-fledged membership for a price, of course $29.99 for a 30-day membership. It is important to again stress that since paying for membership, not one message, flirt, email or the like has been received; even from those who had indicated initial interest What can one conclude from such a situation? I see several possibilities here: Perhaps our good hornswogglers gathered stock photos of porn stars, party animals and the like and attached names and places to them.
Or the knock on my front door as the UPS driver drops off a nearly identical package safely ensconced in corrugated cardboard. After signing up, with Master Card or Visa in hand, it is hoped that the women who messaged can be responded to. Now, I may not look like Brad Pitt, but I don't have the visage of Igor, either. Sincere people, wanting to know what the hoopla is about, send in their photos and they attempt to communicate with the (few?
The chase; the dance, the dialogue can begin, right? I'm what you;d call reasonably intelligent, fairly good-looking and semi-sane. Also, when I am told that a member is online and available for instant chat, I would be able to chat with that individual, right? ) other sincere people on the site, but get nowhere.
Naturally, since they've initially messaged, one would assume they would still be interested and respond after a follow-up email, right? After all, Camazon has sagely advised (I'm paraphrasing here) photo will garner 5 times more responses than a profile with no photo. After realizing this hoax I immediately deleted my portrait (plain head shot) from the site and have not seen it there since.
By the way, one may indicate varying levels of interest in a prospect, e.g., one can flirt, add someone to their favorites list, and email. Now, wouldn't others remove their photos as well, realizing the game?
The stick: I asked myself this question: Since I've sent out close to 50 messages of interest to women including the ones who initially contacted me. I would say yes, but there's no way for me to conclusively tell All I know is I'm embarrassed to realize I've been such a sap.
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