This generations version of sitting by the phone. Clicking the refresh button on the "viewed me" section in auto pilot, thinking perhaps something will change. A new viewer, a wink, a message, a poke... anything!
Most sites have an option where you can see who views you... I like and abhore this function all together. Its nice to see that your picture and perhaps basic stats pull in the views, but after the novelty of that wears off, you realize that unless this "view" corresponds with a resultant "flirt" of sorts, you dont meet their requirements... and that knowledge is just simply: cruel. What good is it knowing that "single907", "xxxtremepirate", and "b00tyman" have looked at my interwebz extention of me if they arent impressed enough to say "Hi." I think this application is well intentioned, it gives off the impression that you are popular if you are heftily viewed, but functionally it is more brutal than real life dating, its a newwer more raw form of rejection. In historical forms of dating, ie, my mothers glory days of bar hopping: you could go to the bar (otherwise known as the meat market) and have a good time. Most people went with a group of friends in varying numbers. You could set up camp at the bar, hit the floor and shake your groove thing as it were, or wander around touring the place. But all this time you could be blissfully unaware of the member of the opposite sex that has scanned you and then passed you by. I think it is much more humane to remain oblivious to disintrest. Ignorance allows for a lot fewwer blowes to ones self esteem.
However, every so often there is that gratifying moment:
That glowing, sparkly icon appears!
A notification, "you've got mail."
All of a sudden that agonizing torture of waiting is completely and totally worth it.
You hope >.<
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