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.
I would like to be compensated by Spring Street for the guy who rejected me because I mispronounced "beaux arts" on our date, and also for the guy who was 5'1" but said he was 5'7" - oh, and the the guy who wrote to say he liked my witty profile, but he found it unlikely that I understood my own jokes.
Actually, 15 credits is not sufficient.
Posted by: jules | February 27, 2006 at 03:06 PM
Or the guy who informed me that HIV didn't cause AIDS, excessive drug use did, and then went on to explain that he used to take ecstasy four times a week, three or four tabs at a time. . . . I guess that was his roundabout way of telling me he wasn't interested. Or could be he was just nuts.
Posted by: judes | February 27, 2006 at 03:44 PM
There was the guy who kissed like a snail. And all those mid-30's guys who wouldn't go out with me because I was 37. Oh, and the guy who made out with me a whole lot but, on balance, really wanted a girl who could play frisbee.
Posted by: jules | February 27, 2006 at 07:10 PM
Or the guy who had the hots for his mom! Who confesses to THAT on a first (and ONLY) date?
I think we should become part of this suit. We could clean up. We'd have enough credits to hook everyone in the state of California up!
Posted by: judes | February 27, 2006 at 09:24 PM
Um - didn't WE meet on Nerve?
Posted by: Spyro | March 02, 2006 at 10:07 AM
Reading comprehension, Greeky! Didn't you see the part about my "cute nice boyfriend?"
Posted by: judes | March 02, 2006 at 10:20 AM