Tag: sammi rants

Protip:

You are not picking up girls in a bar. You’re online. This is not how you get someone interested in you online.

Try something of substance next time. I have a descriptive profile so you can demonstrate that you have, in fact, read it. The other half of that being that if you don’t have one for me to read, I will ignore you. 

And don’t give me that “if you want to know, ask” bullshit. What the hell am I supposed to ask if there isn’t some sort of starting point, huh? I’d much rather be able to ask someone who’s profile says they like classic cars “What’s your favorite body? I’ve got a special place in my heart for Chrysler’s E body.” than ask the idiot with the blank profile “…do you like cars?”

As for people who only comment on my physical features? I ignore them. If they keep commenting? I block them. Because once again we are not in a bar.

If I wanted that sort of thing? I would be in a bar.

face fucking palm

most of my followers know this, but for followers 96-112, you need to know that one of the things I enjoy most is working on classic cars. My father has a ‘70 barracuda that we’ve been working on off and on for a few years now. I specialize in body work and aesthetics; while I can do mechanical work, I don’t quite get the same enjoyment from it, so I tend to let dad take care of that.

I’ve mentioned this on a couple of the dating sites I’m on. Not Eridan’s pants, because Eridan’s pants are filled with douchebags, but on some of the others.

someone messaged me this afternoon with “ it would be nice to meet you,and my car need some muffler work would you be able to fix it.”

I could. 

but fuck you

I’m not on a fucking dating site to become someone’s personal mechanic. 

this is my 3333th post

I wanted to post something epic and awesome and pure win

instead you get this picture, and I am going to rant:

thank you, oh so delightful delivery person! 

It’s been raining off and on all day. Everything is wet and soggy and gross

so thank you for leaving my package on the front doorstep.

I know you’ve all gotten used to my dad being home and answering the door at first knock, so not finding him home must have been a shock

but you could have tucked it between the screen and the door

or even just leaned it up against the house in one of the dry spots 

they’re pretty noticeable

you didn’t have to leave it smack dab in the middle of the stoop where it is wet and gross

where it sat for four hours, getting wet

because I know when you deliver stuff to my house. I used to come home as you were delivering things

so thanks for that

(thankfully it was just the wonderflex and not any of my electronic components. I’d have been PISSED if any of that stuff got ruined)

oh my god he ended his message with

“I really like homestuckers… But if you wouldn’t mind dinner every now and again, that’d be cool.”

because apparently Homestucks don’t eat

they survive on the nutrients in their tears as their ships are sunk and favourite characters are killed

so I have the username “Li Xiang” on a lot of websites, and for that reason a lot of people will automatically assume I’m Chinese. It’s an old nickname and even older penname, so it’s something I’m used to.

As is obvious by the photos I’ve posted, I’m not Chinese. 

The photos I’ve posted on another website make it even more obvious I’m not Chinese.

I still got this message today:

“I was looking at your photo and noticed li_xiang in the name. I was like – hey – is she chinese?”

…

so I’m reading a fanfic and something stopped me cold

See, I’m cool with Character X getting “kidnapped as a child” and Character Y-who-is-X’s-sibling stumbling across them years later as a method of combing a couple series for a crossover. It’s soap opera cliche, but can be done well.

My problem is when the argument for why Character X has to be Character Y’s younger missing sibling banks on the first-name-middle-name thing; in this case, “Buffy Anne”. Yeah, it’s improbable that there would be two Buffy Annes out there, but speaking from experience? It’s not impossible.

My name is Samantha Leigh.

One of my friends in high school was also Samantha Leigh.

Spelled exactly the same way, our last names had the same number of letters, our hair and eye color were almost identical (excluding when my hair was dyed of course), there were only a couple inches of difference in our height, and we had the same body type. I don’t remember her birth date (seeing as I haven’t spoken with her in nine years), but we were the same age.

Improbable but not impossible. And my god does it irritate me when people use that as the primary reasoning for why it has to be the same person. I know, I know, this is probably a Sammi-Leigh-Only issue but GAH!!

I’ve been getting random texts…

…from this guy named Justin for a couple years now. At least I’m hoping it’s the same guy. And for awhile, I thought it might have been a friend that I don’t keep much contact with. (Oh Rod… I miss young!you. Not neonazi!you, but bb!cosplaying!you)

So I’ve had a couple of awkward conversations trying to figure out if it is Rod, or one of the other Justins I know. Figured out on the last round that it wasn’t any of them, and deleted the contact from my phone.

Got a text this morning from a number I didn’t recognize and asked who it was. This is the conversation that followed:

  • J: Justin. Is this sammi?
  • S: This is sam, yes. Which justin? I know three.
  • J: I’m Asian
  • J: How old are you?
  • J: Do you have a pic or maybe facebook?

There wasn’t even a second between those last three messages. 

I’m fairly certain he’s someone who I gave my number to years and years ago when I first tried online dating. But to hold onto it for so long and only text me when he’s obviously trying for a booty call, and doesn’t even know who the fuck I am?

I feel justified in sending back “Okay, you know what? Delete my contact. Right the fuck now.”

…okay so I know I’m going to get comments when my cosplay pictures are posted up places. But telling me “You’re cute, what do you think of me?” just makes me want to smack the ass.

I THINK YOU ARE UGLY.

You may be the hottest guy I have ever seen, but by automatically assuming that I have to say you’re cute because you said I am PISSES ME OFF.

nevermind the asshole who told me I was cute, sent me a picture of his penis and asked to have sex with me. how do I find these people? (or… how do they find me…?)