I got the strangest thing in my inbox last week. . . apparently there's a class-action suit against Spring Street Networks (aka Nerve.com personals) and I can be part of it if I want. While the dude who brought the suit is pissed for a variety of (valid) monetary reasons, if I were going to sue, it'd be for the heartache and aggravation that site caused me. Sure, it also brought me tons of ass (not to mention my cute nice boyfriend), but damn, was I forced to tongue-kiss any number of deviants first.
Apparently, I'm able to get myself 15 credits if I partake, but hopefully I won't be needing them anymore. So how are they going to reimburse me for. . .
- the guy who didn't bring any money along on our date, promising he'd "get me next time."
- or the investment banker who inadvertently ate my cold sore. (I was saving that!)
- or the several flamers I would've been delighted to spend time with had they not insisted on perpetrating the fraud that they were straight.
- how about the leg-humper who accused me of hating Jews because I wouldn't go home with him?
There are more, but I really don't see how one could put a dollar value on fun like that. Certainly it's worth more than a few credits.