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Extremely Flawed Social Experiment: Day Three

(This one is a little bit on the tl;dr side. SORRY.)

[Previously: Day One and Two; The Set Up]

Let’s get into the thick of my ire - the messages.

Originally, I expected Erin (fake me) to get a few genuine messages expressing interest. I also postulated that she would get a slew of IMs and messages in which she was asked to participate in a myriad of sexual activities with men who have a 3rd grader’s command of the English language.

WRONG.

Of Erin’s 13 messages and 10 IMs, 0.00 of them were of the “are you a freak in da sheets” variety.

So what kind of messages will a cute white girl from the DC metro area receive?

Really nice ones, actually. I am both validated and saddened. The majority of the messages compliment Fake Me’s humor and wit and express the sentiment that Fake Me seems like a cool person to hang out with. Which is true, I’m fucking rad. It’s validating to know that there are guys out there who “get” me.

But would they be as complimentary on my sense of humor and my killer favorite movies list if they were reading my real profile? Would they even bother to read my real profile? Probably not.

The most depressing part is that I rarely get messages like this. I can remember one. Let’s compare.

A sampling of messages to Erin:

“ok so you’re my new favorite person. first, that little intro paragraph was hilarious. i don’t even know why. but i laughed. Then you bash hiking which is ….ugh. I hate the people on here. it’s an instant rejection for liking hiking.” (VALIDATING MY HATRED OF THE OUTDOORS!)

“I enjoyed your wittiness and it’s not often that I meet people on here from Chevy Chase.”

“Anyone who speaks Elvish or, as you said, one of the many in the family of languages does not have a sad life. In fact, you’re the second person I’ve come across who took the time to learn it. Which makes you, in my book, pretty awesome. I actually enjoyed reading your whole profile, but the Elvish was the first thing I noticed.” (VALIDATING MY NERDLY INTERESTS!)

“I can’t spend much time on this message, because I’m typing it in the middle of my work out. My workout is bench-pressing a car.” (His entire message is like this. Very funny)

A sampling of messages to me:

“You know, the first thing I noticed about you was that your sense of humor is well developed and full of awesome. You made me laugh, and not just the lol silent internet laugh, but a true laugh out loud.” (This is the message I referred to. The only one. This guy talked to me on IM twice and I’ve never heard from him since.)

“Hi, so you thinking bout making out alot” (This is the entirety of the message)

“Hi Hello, how are you doing? I guess your doing fine’s. Actually l came across your profile and I was highly impressed. If you don’t mind, l would love to know you Bettie am here looking for my soul mate, someone loving caring loyal trustworthy and honest, am looking for someone to spend the rest of my life with. By the way am kelvin and u can contact me at…..” (This is the average language skills level of people who message me. I’m not exaggerating one bit.)

“Hello there, I saw your ad on CL and it caught my eye and my imagination…” (This guy goes on and on, not a bad message, but clearly copy and pasted from the mass responses he sends out to chicks on Craigslist. Great.)

I really wish I could post everything here, because 4 examples doesn’t really give you the best idea of the low-qual, bottom of the barrel dudes that I have to deal with. I have come up with a bevy of conclusions and assumptions based on this 3 day stunt, most of which involve me making bitch lips, shaking my head and doing what I do best, playing the victim. This world IS bullshit Fiona!

Tomorrow, Gross Assumptions, about (mostly white) men in the DC metro area!

[Day Four - Data]

[Day Five and Beyond]