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The Journal of Literary Satire | Hastily Written & Slopilly Edited
Friday, July 8, 2005

Signs That Internet Dating Is Not Going Well for You

by Jon Stahl

We’ve all been at that point: lonely, desperate, horny as hell. Computers are all around us. Why not pair up the two? Voilà!—Internet dating (well, after you use the computer for something else, that is). Simple, right? But it doesn’t always go so well. Here are some instances where Internet dating can go just a touch awry:

That Panamanian-transvestite-platypus dating Web site that you click onto as a joke has a very clear (and actually quite flattering) picture of you on it. And suddenly you realize that you are, in fact, a Panamanian transvestite platypus. Go figure.

Your computer keeps automatically downloading pictures of cutlery dressed in lingerie—and you find yourself having trouble suppressing the urge to masturbate furiously each and every time.

Not only do you keep coming across your ex-girlfriend’s profile on various dating Web sites, but now her head and left femur are starting to stink in that big salt-filled garbage can you have her chopped up and stuffed in. P.U.!

You are extremely upset that “Jennie” turns out to be a large Thompson’s gazelle. Your anger is not really based on the fact that she’s a gazelle, but that she’s not a Grant’s gazelle. She also totally misled you with her photo and, really, she’s not even that hot. But you bang her anyway because you’ve always wanted to do an African chick.

You’ve paid your membership fee to Jdate and then realize you’ve made a big mistake because you really hate Jews.

You’ve been emailing hot_asianlad3 for a few weeks now and haven’t seen one picture. But the joke’s on hot_asianlad3, because you don’t actually have full use of your legs like you said, and you don’t have any control of your bowels!

You’re hooking up with that chick you met on Match.com and then it suddenly hits you as to why her breasts in your mouth seems so familiar. So you make up some excuse to get the hell out of there, say bye to Dad, and promise you’ll be home on Sunday for Mother’s Day.

The girl you’re scoping out on Friendster is a big Star Wars fan. Now, this may be good or bad. Good in the sense that she may gyrate in bed like a horny she-Jedi, while wearing that hot little Princess Leia outfit. Bad in that she’s probably a royal geek loser.

Jon Stahl just recently ended a five-year run teaching 4th grade in a New York City public school. And as far as that goes, might he just say, Thank you, God! While teaching, which he sincerely and truly enjoyed--except for the whole "educating" aspect--Jon wrote three original plays which his students performed, and wrote and directed the 2004 feature film, Love Lessons (starring Jon Stahl). Jon now looks forward to moving out to Los Angeles to pursue filmmaking and writing full time. Will Jon be successful as a screenwriter and filmmaker in the increasingly competitive City of Angels? Will he find true happiness where he once had none? Will he live long and prosper? No? Fuck you.
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