A principios de este mes, llegé a casa borracha e hice un perfil en una web de contactos ¡Qué demonios! pensé. Estoy aburrida, estoy sola, y todo el mundo lo hace. Claro, yo había escuchado algunas historias, pero ¿Qué era lo peor que podría pasar?
La verdad, conozco pocas tías que jueguen a magic, un colega nos metió en gusanillo hace unos cuantos años, no llegamos a nivel friki pero lo pasamos teta cada vez que nos reunimos a echar unas partidas...
Que los frikis molan(siempre sin llegar a extremo), que alguno habrá para echarle de comer aparte... pero al menos los que yo conozco tienen los pies en la tierra.. y sí, son unos fricazos capaces de discutir durante horas si son más grandes los dragones en reinos olvidados o dragonlance... pero son más entretenidas esas discusiones que las de futbol.
#2#4 Yo no considero que lo ponga a parir. Solamente se queda perpleja de haber coincidido con un campeón mundial, pero no veo que cuente nada malo ni que lo describa como el típico enganchao al juego que no sabe hablar de otra cosa. ¿Que no siguió adelante porque no quería salir con un geek? Bueno, eso son los gustos de cada cual. Obviamente, ella se lo pierde.
#7: Evidentemente, si no le gusta porque calza zapatos de cuadros, o porque le gusta el Madrid, o por lo que sea, está en su pleno derecho.
Pero cuando usa esta historia para hablar de él, con nombres y apellidos, en una publicación online y presumir aliviada de la que se ha librado porque a él se le ocurre tener un hobby demasiado "nerdy" es bastante para considerarla una idiota superficial, como poco.
#3: Sí, conozco la historia, y Gizmodo es muy conocida, pero joder, que se nutren de porquerías de artículos como este cada pocos meses para crear polémica y hacer publicidad.
Pongo en negrita una frase que no está en la versión editada de #0... y que me parece interesante.
Earlier this month, I came home drunk and made an OKCupid profile. What the hell, I thought. I’m busy, I’m single, and everybody’s doing it. Sure, I’d heard horror stories, but what was the worst that could happen?
Two weeks into my online dating experiment, OKCupid had broken me down. It was like the online equivalent to hanging out alone in a dark, date-rapey bar. Every time I signed on, I was hit by a barrage of creepy messages. “Dem gurl u so foine, iwud lik veru much for me nd u to be marry n procreate.” Or “your legs do look strong.” So when I saw an IM from a guy saying, “You should go out with me :)” I was relieved. He seemed normal. I gave him my name. “Google away,” I said. Then dinner was ready, and I signed off without remembering to do the same.
We met for a drink later that week. He was thin and tall, dressed in a hedge fund uniform with pale skin and pierced ears. We started talking about normal stuff — family, work, college. I told him my brother was a gamer. And then he casually mentioned that he played Magic: The Gathering when he was younger.
“Actually,” he paused. “I’m the world champion.”
I laughed. Oh that’s a funny joke! I thought. This guy is funny! But the earnest look on his face told me he wasn’t kidding.
I gulped my beer and thought about Magic, that strategic collectible card game involving wizards and spells and other detailed geekery. A long-forgotten fad, like pogs or something. But before I could dig deeper, we had to go. He had bought us tickets for a one-man show based on serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer’s life story. It was not a particularly romantic evening.
The next day I Googled my date and a wealth of information flowed into my browser. A Wikipedia page! Competition videos! Fanboy forums! This guy isn’t just some professional who dabbled in card games at a tender age. He’s widely revered in the game of Magic that he’s been immortalised in his own playing card.
Just like you’re obligated to mention you’re divorced or have a kid in your online profile, shouldn’t someone also be required to disclose any indisputably geeky world championship titles? But maybe it was a long time ago? We met for round two later that week.
At dinner I got straight down to it. Did he still play? “Yes.” Strike one. How often? “I’m preparing for a tournament this weekend.” Strike two. Who did he hang out with? “I’ve met all my best friends through Magic.” Strike three. I smiled and nodded and listened. Eventually I even felt a little bit bad that I didn’t know shit about the game. Here was a guy who had dedicated a good chunk of his life to mastering Magic, on a date with a girl who can barely play Solitaire. This is what happens, I thought, when you lie in your online profile. I was lured on a date thinking I’d met a normal finance guy, only to realise he was a champion dweeb in hedge funder’s clothing.
I later found out that he infiltrated his way into OKCupid dates with at least two other people I sort of know, including one of my co-workers. Mothers, warn your daughters! This could happen to you. You’ll think you’ve found a normal bearded guy with a job, only to end up sharing goat cheese with a world champion of nerds. Maybe I’m an OKCupid arsehole for calling it that way. Maybe I’m shallow for not being able to see past his world title. But if everyone stopped lying in their profiles, maybe there also wouldn’t be quite as many OKCupid horror stories to tell.
So what did I learn? Google the shit out of your next online date. Like, hardcore. Also, for all you world famous nerds out there: Don’t go after two Gawker Media employees and not expect to have a post written about you. We live for this kind of stuff.
He is also a 'regular' card player as well... he won the WSOP... 3.5 Million dollars.
El tio tb es campeon de poker y ganó hace poco 3,5 millones.
Por lo demas es la tipica paleta que no sabrá hacer ni la O con un canuto, que su maxima aficion sera quedar para tomar cafe con las amigas y acudir a la pelu, y su trabajo de administrativa en cualquier empresa mediana le da esa posicion de superioridad.
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#4
, si es que si...
La verdad, conozco pocas tías que jueguen a magic, un colega nos metió en gusanillo hace unos cuantos años, no llegamos a nivel friki pero lo pasamos teta cada vez que nos reunimos a echar unas partidas...
Que los frikis molan(siempre sin llegar a extremo), que alguno habrá para echarle de comer aparte... pero al menos los que yo conozco tienen los pies en la tierra.. y sí, son unos fricazos capaces de discutir durante horas si son más grandes los dragones en reinos olvidados o dragonlance... pero son más entretenidas esas discusiones que las de futbol.
#2 #4 Yo no considero que lo ponga a parir. Solamente se queda perpleja de haber coincidido con un campeón mundial, pero no veo que cuente nada malo ni que lo describa como el típico enganchao al juego que no sabe hablar de otra cosa. ¿Que no siguió adelante porque no quería salir con un geek? Bueno, eso son los gustos de cada cual. Obviamente, ella se lo pierde.
#7: Evidentemente, si no le gusta porque calza zapatos de cuadros, o porque le gusta el Madrid, o por lo que sea, está en su pleno derecho.
Pero cuando usa esta historia para hablar de él, con nombres y apellidos, en una publicación online y presumir aliviada de la que se ha librado porque a él se le ocurre tener un hobby demasiado "nerdy" es bastante para considerarla una idiota superficial, como poco.
No le deis más tráfico a esta idiota, por favor...
#1 Bueno, eso lo dices porque ya conoces la historia, pero es la fuente original, Gizmodo es una web muy conocida y creo que es un mal menor.
#3: Sí, conozco la historia, y Gizmodo es muy conocida, pero joder, que se nutren de porquerías de artículos como este cada pocos meses para crear polémica y hacer publicidad.
En todo caso, la versión subida a Gizmodo.com está cambiada respecto a la original, se ve que se arrepintió de alguna frase. La original es esta que copipego aquí, sacada de http://www.gizmodo.com.au/2011/08/my-okcupid-affair-with-a-world-champion-magic-the-gathering-player
Pongo en negrita una frase que no está en la versión editada de #0... y que me parece interesante.
Earlier this month, I came home drunk and made an OKCupid profile. What the hell, I thought. I’m busy, I’m single, and everybody’s doing it. Sure, I’d heard horror stories, but what was the worst that could happen?
Two weeks into my online dating experiment, OKCupid had broken me down. It was like the online equivalent to hanging out alone in a dark, date-rapey bar. Every time I signed on, I was hit by a barrage of creepy messages. “Dem gurl u so foine, iwud lik veru much for me nd u to be marry n procreate.” Or “your legs do look strong.” So when I saw an IM from a guy saying, “You should go out with me :)” I was relieved. He seemed normal. I gave him my name. “Google away,” I said. Then dinner was ready, and I signed off without remembering to do the same.
We met for a drink later that week. He was thin and tall, dressed in a hedge fund uniform with pale skin and pierced ears. We started talking about normal stuff — family, work, college. I told him my brother was a gamer. And then he casually mentioned that he played Magic: The Gathering when he was younger.
“Actually,” he paused. “I’m the world champion.”
I laughed. Oh that’s a funny joke! I thought. This guy is funny! But the earnest look on his face told me he wasn’t kidding.
I gulped my beer and thought about Magic, that strategic collectible card game involving wizards and spells and other detailed geekery. A long-forgotten fad, like pogs or something. But before I could dig deeper, we had to go. He had bought us tickets for a one-man show based on serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer’s life story. It was not a particularly romantic evening.
The next day I Googled my date and a wealth of information flowed into my browser. A Wikipedia page! Competition videos! Fanboy forums! This guy isn’t just some professional who dabbled in card games at a tender age. He’s widely revered in the game of Magic that he’s been immortalised in his own playing card.
Just like you’re obligated to mention you’re divorced or have a kid in your online profile, shouldn’t someone also be required to disclose any indisputably geeky world championship titles? But maybe it was a long time ago? We met for round two later that week.
At dinner I got straight down to it. Did he still play? “Yes.” Strike one. How often? “I’m preparing for a tournament this weekend.” Strike two. Who did he hang out with? “I’ve met all my best friends through Magic.” Strike three. I smiled and nodded and listened. Eventually I even felt a little bit bad that I didn’t know shit about the game. Here was a guy who had dedicated a good chunk of his life to mastering Magic, on a date with a girl who can barely play Solitaire. This is what happens, I thought, when you lie in your online profile. I was lured on a date thinking I’d met a normal finance guy, only to realise he was a champion dweeb in hedge funder’s clothing.
I later found out that he infiltrated his way into OKCupid dates with at least two other people I sort of know, including one of my co-workers. Mothers, warn your daughters! This could happen to you. You’ll think you’ve found a normal bearded guy with a job, only to end up sharing goat cheese with a world champion of nerds. Maybe I’m an OKCupid arsehole for calling it that way. Maybe I’m shallow for not being able to see past his world title. But if everyone stopped lying in their profiles, maybe there also wouldn’t be quite as many OKCupid horror stories to tell.
So what did I learn? Google the shit out of your next online date. Like, hardcore. Also, for all you world famous nerds out there: Don’t go after two Gawker Media employees and not expect to have a post written about you. We live for this kind of stuff.
Joder que cruel, lo pone a parir solo por que juega a magic y es campeon del mundo... las mujeres sois tan malas aveces..en serio.
Si fuera campeon de ajedrez seria distinto? venga ya, superficial de mierda.
He is also a 'regular' card player as well... he won the WSOP... 3.5 Million dollars.
El tio tb es campeon de poker y ganó hace poco 3,5 millones.
Por lo demas es la tipica paleta que no sabrá hacer ni la O con un canuto, que su maxima aficion sera quedar para tomar cafe con las amigas y acudir a la pelu, y su trabajo de administrativa en cualquier empresa mediana le da esa posicion de superioridad.
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