myspace afterthoughts

So, about a month ago, I entered the myspace.com world. It's like crack or something. Really unecessary but interesting and addictive. I've already had a myspace story; you know, the psychotic kind. Maybe I'll go into it at some later time.It's all too raw right now. However, I met this guy, D, who I have become friends with on myspace. He's come out with the posse a couple of times. (The "posse" is me and a few of my loosly knit girlfriends who party together on Friday nights). At first he was interested in and started kissing my one girlfriend, K, but she was a little weirded out about his "intensity." He touched her hair a lot. However, my other friend, J, niw thinks he's amazing. He is. He's outdoors-ey and smart, hippie-ish, but motivated. He's one of those rare and for real purists, not poser hippies, that walks the talk. In Santa Fe, you only run into the poser hippies. You know, the ones that preach spirituality but really just smoke dope all day, don't shower enough and wait tables. The ones that say they are "buddhist" on my space, and vaguely know that that has something to do with reincarnation and karma and not believing in Jesus-just to throw a little "rebelion against establishment" ingredient in to what it takes to "be a hippie."
Anyway, so the myspace phenomenon. Isn't it strange? Everyone having all these "Friends" on their personal pages? Having strange men ask you to "add them as a friend" and you look at the their friends page and there's nothing but 60 blond women on his friends' space. Yuck.
I thought Santa Fe was small, but even the myspace world is small. I was talking to this guy, F, on myspace, who is a nurse in town. My thoughts immediately shot to "Meet the Fockers" but that is another point entirely. So, I talk to F on myspace. F seems nice. He wants to have tea. However, in one of F's pictures, he has a wedding ring on. Now, I am sure that F is now divorced and this is an older picture. But still. Don't you have any pictures of yourself without your old wedding ring on, budster? I mean, if your caption says that you are on myspace for "friends, relationships and dating," don't you think the wedding ring picture is gonna hurt your game? So, that immediately made me think he wasn't that bright. THen, my friend, D, who I also met on myspace, tells me that he knows F. That they work together and F is "a bit odd."

What does "a bit odd" mean in manland? It makes me so curious I almost want to "have tea" with F so I know what the hell it means when one man says that another man is "a bit odd."
Anyway, he was another Gemini-total minus points. I swear, they are the only ones left to date in Santa Fe.
D and I were thinking of doing some dating gonzo journalism. This was his idea: HE can only go on dates with women using the traditional methods of attempting to find women to date-like the old-fashioned going up and asking her out method. And I can only do online dating. At the end of it, we note our expieriences and see who is more successful. I told him there were too many holes and no control group. I mean, being a woman dating is totally going to be different than a man dating. The desired end result is totally different, too. D would probably find a date successful if it ended in sex, even if nothing else ever came of it. I, on the other had, would find a date like that disaster. That would so be one of my "it happened for a reason" stories I would have to chalk up to one of my hundered "learning experiences." No, no. It would have to entail something completely different to measure the success of online dating versus traditional methods. If I come up with something brilliant, I'll keep you posted.