“RELATIONSHIPS with Sandy Daley” – Technology has robbed us of romance!

To say that Facebook, the social networking site which now rules our lives, is here to stay would be an understatement. Our days and nights are spent snooping through our “Friends” list, or wanna be friends, peeking into the lives of 900 people whom we have never, and will never meet. Looking at pictures for no reason whatsoever, other than just to be nosey.

Facebook or “Fassbook,” as many Jamaican’s mockingly refer to the site as, has also created many a problems amongst workers and their employers, friends, and even amongst married couples and future couples to be. Many women have also been complained that Facebook, along with texting and emailing of course, have also contributed to the decline in romance, passion and genuine chivalry from possible male suitors. Now, instead of a phone call, men are now “ poking ”you instead, to get your attention. Oh, the lovely, lovely sound of a poke or a ping on Facebook, versus the ring of a telephone. Not only that, but the excessive amount of flirting and unwise cheating that occurs on Facebook, has led to many break-ups.

Of course one cannot, and should not blame any social networking site, whether it is Twitter, Facebook, StumbleUpon, LinkedIn or any other site for that matter for the demise of relationships these days: as the intention of the user is the key, but it certainly does not help to have so many options. Many people, myself included, use Facebook particularly to promote my business ventures, connect with friends, and network with others. Facebook was a great marketing tool for my book, “Whose Vagina Is It, Really?” as my connection with others from months before, “let the cat out of the bag”, as we say.

Ms Daley's really peeved;- "However, I like many women and even men, sometimes become aggravated by a ping, or a poke and often times go offline, just to avoid the unwanted advances. I cringe when I receive unwanted notices from men whom I know are in committed relationships."

Ms Daley’s really peeved;- “However, I like many women and even men, sometimes become aggravated by a ping, or a poke and often times go offline, just to avoid the unwanted advances. I cringe when I receive unwanted notices from men whom I know are in committed relationships.

One particular gentleman, whose profile picture shows him sitting with his hands around his girlfriend in a very long and loving kiss, had the nerve to ask me, “If the thongs on my book cover was mine, and if I could wear it for him when I came to his city?” He also went on to ask if I could, “model one of my thongs from my new underwear line for him?” Appalled and disgusted, I then asked, “So, excuse Donovan, aren’t you with Mindy”-of course this is not her real name, but why hurt the poor woman’s feelings? “Do you not live together as a couple?” I asked him, trying my best not call him the cruel names that popped up in my head.”Yu know how it go man Sandy,” he typed back to me as fast as he could. “It is what it is.” “No, Donovan,” I typed back to him. “It is not what it is with me,” as I quickly logged off, telling him that I had to go. The nerve of him!

Sandy began working on "Whose Vagina Is It, Really?" and has not looked back since. The book which has many tongues a wagging, not only because of its title, but also its contents and the issues surrounding women, as detailed by Sandy, has received rave reviews. She has travelled to New York, Barbados, Jamaica, Boston, Los Angeles and Michigan, during the last two years promoting her book. Dubbed by many as "The Black Carrie Bradshaw", Sandy continues to pour her heart into her work, honored by the title, but never wishing to ride on anyone's frock tails.

Sandy began working on “Whose Vagina Is It, Really?” and has not looked back since. The book which has many tongues a wagging, not only because of its title, but also its contents and the issues surrounding women, as detailed by Sandy, has received rave reviews. She has travelled to New York, Barbados, Jamaica, Boston, Los Angeles and Michigan, during the last two years promoting her book. Dubbed by many as “The Black Carrie Bradshaw“, Sandy continues to pour her heart into her work, honored by the title, but never wishing to ride on anyone’s frock tails.

Gone are the good old days when love reigned supreme and men picked up the phone to call or even send you flowers, to ask if “you could be so kind as to go out on a date with them”. Nowadays, seemingly a, “Mama, you look hot in that dress,” or a poke or a tweet should surely entice you to flirt with them. As a single gal however, my status at most times read, “Do not poke me or ping me please, unless you are coming to me with a ring in your pocket, good credit and on a white horse!” That statement usually scares works as a wonderful deterrent – try it sometime. You have my permission. I also usually add, “I am not your Facebook mistress, girl on the side, or girl who deserves nothing from you but conversations between 9am and 5pm, while you are at work, stealing your employer’s billable hours during the day!” Crap, was that a ping I just heard while typing this? I forgot to go offline! I wonder if that is Donovan from New York or Donovan from Nigeria?

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