Likealittle.com has become the option of choice for students of Pacific to passively flirt with their peers. This “dating” website uses anonymity to give users full range to be as descriptive or vague as they choose about virtually anybody on a college campus, such as describing an attractive stranger’s clothing or where they might have been spotted.
“You’re wearing sunglasses. I see you throwing snow in peoples faces, I wish you’d blanket my face with something white,” said the screen name Pineapple referring to a male with black hair in front of Walter Hall.
Comments like this show the boarder-line stalker nature of this website.
Some of the posts describe not only the strangers clothing, but also the time at which they were seen. While intended for fun, games and flirting, it is shocking and a bit creepy when one reads a post about them self.
My first impression was pure uneasiness, honestly. I could view others’ random documentations of attractive people and detailed accounts of what they were wearing and what they were doing.
After a few days of obsessively checking, I suddenly realized that a lot of students were using this website from our school and that somebody could likely be watching me just as easily. This realization also came in hand with an extremely uncomfortable feeling.
So, I’m not going to lie; as much as this website is in ways completely genius – you can flirt with literally anyone, no strings attached, no embarrassment, no let down; just a release of emotions for your own good – I dislike it, lots.
Think about it, just like Facebook started with college, imagine if Likealittle.com got to high schoolers. This website could break it big, following the trend of Facebook getting popular, and chaos would emerge. I can vision lawsuits, harassment, and actual stalking if Likealittle.com got into the hands of the immature, or the even more immature. Just imagine.
I also dislike the indirectness of it all. I personally find people intriguing. I love to talk. I love talking to people face to face, love getting to know others’ stories, what makes them get up in the morning, seeing their expressions when they get happy; that kind of deal. So, this indirect thing kills me.
I have talked to many friends of mine, of both sexes, and no one has disagreed with me when I make this statement: It would be so much more impressive – and honestly sexy – if someone was to come up to me and tell me precisely what they would post on Likealittle, to my face.
I can think of countless reasons why to not go up to people and say what I would want to. Fear of rejection would be my biggest. Many of the users of Likealittle have given advice to take the chance.
“Ask her out man, you can do it! That’s what college and our glory days are all about. The small moments we take for granted,” said the administrator for the Pacific University sector of the site, giving advice to a hopeless romantic in need.
It’s true. And since stalking in Oregon is a Class A misdemeanor on the first count and a Class C felony the second time, liking someone to their face seems a little more lovely.