Her.

9fbf6d78bf97febdbc38cf567e0fb226I watched a movie recently called Her. It’s actually a really good movie. Joaquin Phoenix plays a guy that has this “iPhone” type gadget that sits in his ear. It’s the world’s most life-life operating system, with Scarlett Johannsson playing the part of “Siri” (or it’s future day equivalent of). It sounds mental and at parts, (like when they fuck) it really is. It’s a very good film though. You should give it a shot. To be fair, many of us are already completely besotted with our phones… It’s only a matter of time before someone goes ahead and calls Siri his bride. I bet if you Google it, you’d find some mental fuck-nugget that’s gone and done it.

We’re already falling in love with “the internet” or rather; a person sat behind it. How many of us have used internet dating to find their current partners? Ex-partners? I found my Beautiful Tattooed Jock on Plenty of Fish. I know, I know. I’m not proud of it. I met One Ball on there. And the Guy I Couldn’t Get Rid Of. And the fucking asshole – my first date back on this side of the world. What a fucking prick he was.

Everyone cusses down internet dating like it’s something you just don’t do. It’s “desperate” and seedy. Even these days when EVERYONE is doing it, there’s still a reputation surrounding it. Thankfully no-one’s asked me how I met my Beautiful Tattooed Jock. I don’t know if I’d be comfortable admitting he was another one of my POF victims.

Do you admit the internet dating stories behind your love life?

It got me thinking. What if there was someone out there like the “OS” (Operating System) in the movie? Everyone that has one of these OS systems seems to love it – it is the perfect “OS” for them. Once upon a time, we were looking for Prince Charming. What are we looking for now? Are we striving too much for perfection that only something created digitally could provide it? We all want the perfect man, the perfect house, the perfect penis, the perfect car, the perfect children, the perfect relationship, blah, blah, blah. But then again, even they break up; the OS system and him…

Are we really that immune to real human emotions that the only relationships we can have are those behind a computer/phone/iPad screen? My relationship with Jock works as well as it does because I don’t see him that often. I see him once a week and sometimes, it’s not even that often.

I always make an effort for him. I always make sure that my hair and makeup is done, I’m wearing pretty clothes and shoes, I’m shaved/waxed/exfoliated/moisturised to within an inch of my life, etc. We might not even do anything together and I still make an effort for him. I hope that I always do. It makes things special between us. I don’t know how to explain it. We communicate a lot for two people that don’t see each other often. We call each other once a day now. Sometimes more but usually just the once. We WhatsApp as much as we can during the day when we are both working. I have recently introduced him to the world of Skype too. Our relationship is very much a digitally based one. We have amazing chemistry when we do see each other and the sex is outta this world. But would it be as good as it is if we were to see each other more?

Perhaps sometimes technology isn’t as worthy of the pedestal that we are putting it on. Yes it can bring us information at the touch of a button, play any song we could think of right there in our hands or allow us to see the face of a person that is sitting on the other side of the world, but is it destroying our emotions and relationships with REAL human beings as much as it is interfering with our spelling?

U kno wot I mean?

 

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