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The FB invades Salon's "Match Made in Heaven/Hell."
Is it me, or do these stories sound like they come from FBers? From Salon, thru the miracle of cut and paste:
Watch out for alligators -- and midget porn: In retrospect, there were many warning signs. He had mentioned in one of his e-mails that he'd spent an entire day laying on his couch, watching "DiGrassi Jr. High" and crying, which is an odd thing to tell a person you're trying to seduce. During a phone conversation he talked nonstop about things like the portrayal of women in the Bible and a friend who liked midget porn. But he had charmed me with his extensive knowledge of random television facts and his sweet demeanor.
Good grief -- this dude sounds like an amalgam of Male FB Poster Dude(tm) . "Um, yeah, I'll take a dash of str8, a dollop of less, and a smidgen of slave. Oh, better throw a little atticus in there for sensitivity and obscure knowledge."
"Summer lovin', had me a blast": Last May, I found love on a telephone chat line. Granted, I'm not your typical chat-line kinda gal: I'm a sweet, blond, Southern-raised classical pianist and attorney who only called up to kill some driving time during a commute.
You almost have it all -- there's the obligatory disclaimer that she's "not your typical chat-line kinda gal"; the reference to music skills; etc., but, alas, she doesn't call herself "hot." Almost -- but, sadly, Not Quite -- the FB Betty trifecta.
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