Who are you?

[MagicBalls]

If someone online asks you, "so anyway, who are you," after you've put your real name, job information, cell number, phone number, school information, classes you are taking, friends, thoughts and reflections about life, dining out habits, places you frequent, the music you have recorded, and pictures of yourself on your profile, how exactly are you supposed to answer that question? Whacha want, my credit report? I just answered that particular question with this smart ass comment:

"I'm a door-to-door encyclopedia salesman living in a no-tell motel with no AC and a 12" TV over at the edge of town across the street from a run-down bar where they have queen show contests on Thursday nights. You should come down from Chicago sometime, especially on low-pollution days when the bus fares are free!"

She removed me and blocked me. It's the Internet, people, have a sense of humor. Some people on facebook are just a little too touchy. LOL

Good thing I saved one of her pictures! She's the one on the far left.

[NobodyUKnow]

So she was giving you an IOI and you put it in her face.

She wanted something like "I love kittens and puppies and volunteer in my spare time canning the excess ozone in the atmosphere because global warming gives children skin cancer. In two years after I finish my Masters I see myself starting a widget company, and in five years we'll be multi-national, so that I'll have the money I need to fund my political campaign for youngest president ever without taking any kind of corrupting campaign contributions, so someone who is close to our generation and actually cares can make a positive change".

[MagicBalls]

So she was giving you an IOI and you put it in her face.

Is that what it was? I just find the question really annoying. I guess I'll have to get over it.

Yesterday I got the same question asked by this other chic, and my response was a cocky funny one, which she really liked and made a whole big ruckus. I guess this girl just caught me in an inpatient disposition.

My patience with networking sites is wearing thin... I just changed my password to all of them, one I couldn't remember, and emailed it to myself.

[MagicBalls]

I see the problem now. Reminds me of a poem I wrote in High School:

"Right hand holding the pyramid moondial
Left hand holding the essence of the eternal flower"

I understand now that the first is the masculine essence: the structural, the logical, the firm. The second one is the feminine essence: the emotional, the spiritual, the formless and shapeless state of change.

For too long I pitted one against the other, using logic as a shield and a weapon. I have to let the structure hold the essence, so that the sum of the parts is greater than the whole.

So yeah, I should have redirected that open question to build attraction, instead of being legalistic wondering why she didn't read my fucking profile.

[holyskeleton]

on a side note, internet communication is much like phone game except harder since she cant tell your tone of voice thus have no idea how playful you are at the moment.

I've had a similar situation where I told a girl I drive a 1973 yellow Chevy minivan and all that and she was never heard again. I thought it was a Vulnerability which can display confidence but she certainly didnt take it that way.

so now for me internet is more like a minimum life-support mode for the interactions. and if you are not really good at online game then maybe redirecting the game to face-to-face is the best strategy.

[NobodyUKnow]

on a side note, internet communication is much like phone game except harder since she cant tell your tone of voice thus have no idea how playful you are at the moment.
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then maybe redirecting the game to face-to-face is the best strategy.

I think that getting to face to face is always the most important objective in online or phone game. So many of our most powerful tools are unavailable there - kino, body language, eye contact, etc. In general, the best you can hope for in online/phone game is to tread water, maybe build attraction.

Anyway, your answer was cocky funny, and I can imagine it working more often than it not working. The last bit about her needing free bus fare might have been the straw that broke her tho. Who knows.

In general, I equate phone/online game to comfort, so negging is a no-no; DHV, future plan, passion projection, etc.

[MagicBalls]

She had been very pleasant until then, even adding herself to some pointless random group I created and messaging back and forth. Most girls I talk to aren't that sensitive. It didn't really matter, she was one of a few on that list that are not from the area.

I'm not bad at the Internet game. On one myspace band profile that I've had for a few weeks I have over a thousand friends.

On my facebook I have about 60, but they all look like the girls right above or hotter.

Thing is, it takes 10 times as long to do something online than it does in person for the reasons mentioned earlier. It's neither the most efficient nor the most effective means to build connections.

And perhaps it's better if I walk into a place without knowing how stupid or superficial someone is. Online it becomes evident very quickly.

I can do more by just going about my routine. There's a particular Starbucks I go to to study where the girls are always friendly. At school the girls are friendly. At work some of the girls are friendly (but I'd rather not shit where I eat). When my real band gets going, I'll be playing at places where I'm sure the girls will be friendly, especially if they see me flirt with my singer who is hot hot hot.

So I just need to focus on me and stop fucking around online. Except for you all, you all are cool.

[MagicBalls]

Well I just got two invites for two parties from this hot chic on facebook with lots of hot friends... guess it wasn't a complete waste. Now watch me show up all nervous and shit. Ah hell I'll just get shitfaced before I leave. I'm taking a hot chic with me as a pawn. I'll just go down the list until one says yes.

[MagicBalls]

Ok now I see completely that "who are you" is anywhere from a shit test to an IOI. Both good things. Why would a girl take the trouble to send a message in the first place. And here I was getting pissy!

So I fucked up here. But I learned my lesson. Since then, I've turned every "who are you" into a convo, sometimes scoring numbers, always with a positive result. Last one was:

hb10: Who are you? Do I know you?
me: Not unless you got backstage passes to one of my shows in Europe. I'm big over there.
hb10: Huh? What are you into and how old are you?

So... it's obvious to me now...

[Finesse]

my favorite one is,

"after all those orgasms you don't remember my name? well my dear, you may call me daddy then."