"There's a reason it's called 'fishing' and not 'catching'." - Tilghman Island fisherman's response to someone who chartered his boat for the day and wanted a full refund because his party came back empty-handed.
I loved living there. Extremely rich in what I like to call book material. But that's another story. Stories.
Trolling. The kind where you trail bait behind the boat hoping to catch fish. Not the hairy little monster that lives under a bridge. It's like someone used the word, others didn't quite get the point of 'troll', went with the other meaning and now we're stuck with the hairy monster. "Don't feed the trolls." Like Columbus' mistake and now we have America "Indians".
I joined Match.com. They'll warn you right up front to never wire money but I wasn't expecting a full scale assault. This isn't stray women here and there trying to make a dishonest buck, this is organized. If you stick with them long enough it becomes obvious that many of them are reading off the same script.
But before the script comes tactics.
The profiles are almost always 34 years old, short on words with a glam face shot.
They contact you first and they're never local.
Overuse of your name like a buddy-buddy used car salesman, "How are you this morning, Dark?"
Then the conversation deepens...
"What do you seek in a relationship?" Not "What are you looking for?" It comes across as stilted, English as a second language stilted. I have to refrain from responding, "I seek the Grail, oh wise one."
Then they invariably let you know what they seek, "The most important thing in any relationship, especially a new one, is trust. Wouldn't you agree, Dark?" You can see where this will eventually lead.
But here's my all-time favorite, "Tell me of your love knowledge." What the fuck is 'love knowledge'? And this one term was used on three separate occasions. Once is happenstance, twice coincidence, three times is enemy action. They're all working off the same identical script with hardly any variation.
I find this attempted manipulation absolutely fascinating. I picture a dimly lit cellar, weasel-eyed women (and men) with dirty fingernails clicking away at their keyboards. The room smells of cabbage...
And there has to be money being made at this. That's scary. I had one texting back and forth for over two hours. I have that kind of time to waste but they're working. It's obviously been practiced, proven and this approach they're taking has been fine tuned to lead to the best results.