I have woken up to the following email from someone this morning. I thought i would share it because A - He backs up my opinion regarding NZDating being an incestuous pit of mental health disorders having unprotected sex. B - He explains a bit about the attraction. C - He has his own disasters that he shares, and D - He agrees with me that NZdating is an incestuous pit of mental health disorders. Oops...i already said that didn't i? O well - it deserves a second mention!
Hi Jacqueline,My frozen toes are warming this morning, in the knowledge that i am not the only one who managed to attract crazy people from that website, during the short time of my life that i spent involved with it, and it's members.
On Sunday night I was watching, wait for it, the Natalia Burgess story on 60 Minutes. It reminded me of how you are currently following the events of the saga on your blog. Here are my comments:
Recently I came across your topics of NZDating on your blog and I found them very interesting. I share your sentiments on NZDating one hundred percent - there's something wrong with many of the members on that site, which can probably be best described as a sort of online loony bin.
Although I'm a bloke it doesn't really make me any safer than any female, vulnerable or otherwise.
Two years ago I met a woman on NZDating who was so jealous of her ex-boyfriend going to a birthday party in Wellington that she wished he would die in a car accident on the way to the party. Just about every conversation we had revolved around him and it almost drove me nuts until one day I said enough is enough.
Then there are those on NZDating who are there for the sexual meetings, affairs, the separated (soon-to-be-divorced, in the hands of lawyers, etc.) = still married and of course, the "ever so beautiful" women who never post recent pictures of themselves, supposedly from Shannon or Auckland but actually living overseas, who drop a message with a dodgy-looking email address before their profiles disappear for good.
I hate online dating. Looking at a computer screen gives a false sense of intimacy with a resulting loss of inhibitions. When you’re dealing with strangers, as you are in online dating, inhibitions serve a valuable and healthy function. The problems start when you lose your inhibitions without knowing to whom you’re making yourself vulnerable thereby putting oneself in a careless and dangerous situation.
Don't get me wrong, receiving those first e-mails from an online dating prospect is thrilling. It is nice to come home and hear you’ve got mail but as we all know, it can be easy to spend too much time in a fantasy land, as in the case of Natalia's victims, and create an artificial sense of intimacy, which is very difficult to overcome.
That's my commentary for now. Keep up the good work on your blog and God bless.
I haven't even yet started on the "Events" that these people have, that more closely resemble a big orgy rather than a social gathering. I remember being dragged along to one by Mr Bi Polar Dude. It was at a bar in New Market - The Carlton, if i recall correctly - that one on the corner.
I had never met any of these people before. I had never been to something organised by them. I was feeling rather shy, uncomfortable, and out of my depth amongst all these internet aliases that had come to life right before my eyes.
I was offered a seat next to a man, and at first, i hesitated. He was wearing a studded dog collar after all. But then i thought to myself - this is a public place, i am safe, how much worse can this get? I regretted thinking that to myself when a few minutes later, he proceeded to unzip his pants, pull out his man thing, and proudly show off to me, his brand new Prince Albert piercing.
Pardon me, but a throbbing red penis with a hunk of metal stuck in it - attached to a man wearing a dog collar was more than i could take in one evening.
NZdating. Don't. Go. There.
I think everyone should email me their NZDating horror stories. They make me laugh.