The Truth About “The Guy”…December 7, 2008
Remember “the guy”?
Well you’ve all had some interesting thoughts, the boldest of them being: “make a move!”
Making moves is the best! But there’s a tiny little thing I didn’t mention:
-I haven’t met him yet
This is the part of the story where you all say “pffft!”, or “good luck!”, or “is she on crack?”
Or maybe you won’t even say that; maybe technology makes this a little less crazy.
And in case you were wondering, here’s a little detail on the story…
…I met this guy through the Internet about a year ago. I wasn’t looking for him and he wasn’t looking for me (in other words I still don’t know if “Match.com” really works). Instead you could describe it as two solitary rocks, who happened to collide in cyberspace.
Common interests and a common sense of humour kept our contact afloat, a fact that was surprising to both of us. As the light-hearted contact continued, I launched into the “Year of the Chick”, desperate to find a man. As for “cyber guy”, he was a guaranteed source of “email fun”. I mean of course there was some flirting there, but I never once thought that my heart was in danger (do you smell that? It’s the scent of denial…).
As the months went on, our contact progressed. I didn’t over-analyze the element of “why”, but part of me started to wonder: “Why am I writing him a page-long email to go with his morning coffee? And why is he?”. I’d never done that before, and I was also starting to like him…a lot. And that’s when denial returned, with a heavier bitch-slap than ever before (bitch-slaps are always heavy when there’s thousands of miles and an ocean involved).
And so the “Year of the Chick” went on…When it came to “3D” chances, what I found was an assortment of freaks, jerks and boring office men. To be honest, I’m not even sure if my heart was ever into the constant “searching”. Not when my inner thoughts were so consumed with someone else (oooh…look at me and my 20/20 hindsight! Boy did I ever waste some time at those snooty bars…).
There’s still a little more to the story, like the part where I had so many questions (questions like: are you married with eight kids? Do you have a murderous past? Are you banging seeing anyone else?). Some of the answers weren’t that hard to find (i.e. social networks, 3rd party votes of confidence). For others the answers got a little messy (and only with “trust” were they ever cleaned up).
I would love to wrap up the story now, so I can get to the current issues (including my own insistence that I haven’t imagined it all). But alas, I’ve been informed that my Sunday is ruined. Ruined because my dad has an awards-type dinner for his Real Estate Firm, and we all must attend. But mostly ruined because ninety percent of the agents are Indian, and this dinner will be held at a banquet hall. A familiar scene, and a familiar kind of matchmaking air…*sigh*.
So I’m off for a “double work-out”, to pre-empt the evening’s gluttony.
(more on the “cyber guy” next time…)