FOR ME. ARGUMENTS about whether the internet has proved to be a blessing or a curse were silenced with my discovery of surisburnbook, tumblr, the single best thing ever to have emerged from the web. But when it comes to the value of intemet dating. I'm less convinced. Although it seems that I'm in the minority there - new statistics show that it has become the second-most popular way to meet partners (after being introduced by friends).
For most of the gays l know, internet dating belongs in inverted commas and primarily consists of using smartphones to locate the nearest warm body. I've got Grindr but I don't use it much. Mostly, I like to send people I know pictures of my feet anonymously to see how they respond. I certainly couldn't ever meet anyone off it. What if I didn't fancy them in person? Even worse, what if they didn't fancy me? My self- esteem is already on a knife-edge, without being rejected by a Spaniard in I-loxton, thank you very much. It is people's profile pictures that alarm me. Grindr pictures always remind me of the flyers prostitutes (or more accurately, pimps) post in phone boxes. One currently in circulation stars my friend Naomi, an ex-glamoui model - she's not an actual prostitute. They've just swiped her photo off the internet. So aren't the men who respond to the ads perturbed when they get to the allotted hovel and find a miserable Eastern European woman in her place?
It must be the same for men who make housecalls based on a profile picture that is, at best. someone beautifully lit from a flattering angle or, at worst, somebody else entirely. I can only assume the reason the men concerned don't cry false advertising and scarper is down to desperation. Do the gays who post misleading pictures really want to have sex in the knowledge that their partner for the night/hour is only sticking around because they can't be bothered to get the night bus home? Grim.
Don't get me started on the cock pictures that people send each other. 1 love a peen snap, and l understand the logic of trying before you buy, but I can't take anyone seriously who would send me a picture of their dripping bell-end before we've even met. Call me a princess, but the worst are the ones that have clearly been pre-shot and sent out en masse. Nothing says you're special like. ‘Here's a cock pic l took earlier’. Also, people say that online hook- ups are the most convenient way of procuring a no-strings shag, but surely, if you're going to have sex with someone based on physical attraction alone, you want to see them in the flesh rather than half obscured by an iPhone flash in some finger-marked bathroom mirror. What if they smell? What if you get to their house and they have an Olly Murs poster? What then?
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