TEASING MY COCK
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Floating between two spaces: the real world and the virtual one. Apps can be good to find texts, but hardly to find people. One man noticed that he was three steps away from meeting three different women, through a dating app. That man was me. Some want dating, others − most of them − want sex.
I never considered sex,
though. I understood that anyone looking for romance, will live tormented hourly
messages. I wanted a little love, but I kept sucking my own thumb. Or better:
mints.
I had a bad sore
throat with that second 34 degree centigrade heat wave, worsened by the
scorching sun in Hyde Park and, as a bonus, a cold bath in the lake, swimming
with my friends, the swans. Do they have these dating apps too?
Then, I fell in bed,
with a headache and a little fever: I got better taking some aspirin with
water. Even when I said I was sick, these people behind the screen insisted too
much. I had texted my friends about loneliness and being single. I found that
would try a dating app. Cool.
We are too complex to
be tempted with shallow text messages. Something like: “Fancy a drink?” or “Where are you now?”. The word “now” I like:
it shows objectivity, but it also feels like we are as available as animals in a zoo. I had
trouble eliminating my profile from this bloody app.
I am unable to flirt
on the street, at the bank or while picking grapes and tomatoes at the
supermarket. There is nothing more degrading than someone asking how you are
and what fantasy do you have, simply like that.
I used it for an hour.
Then I wrote: bye. So, I put the mobile under a pillow and fell asleep, thank
God. I woke up to about ten messages in my mailbox the other day. What did I do to receive such karma?
I just tried to see if
my soulmate was in the middle of that virtual crowd. But I got a throbbing
headache. I went to a technician, one of those who configure mobile phones so I could uninstall the app.
Then I noticed that I had paid for my peace. Is this virtual masturbation
fascinating? Not for me. Sorry.
The vulgarization of a
noble feeling became so usual that loving became a fleeting sensation. The
people behind these resources are losers that never, in life, had the courage
to experience real love.
At the heart of these dramas,
there are heavier problems, such as drug
abuse, for example. But I’m still looking for a romance. What a wrong route. However,
I’m glad for deleting the app, so I could go along living my dream. I blame the
fever for it.
I will never agree my
soul to be seen, felt and touched. As a singer called Anitta said: “Weak loves
don't deserve my time.”
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