So, surprise surprise, dating is a nightmare in DC. You know this is true when your former boss-turned-mentor-slash-therapist asks you about your love life in your monthly-ish coffee meetings. Those meetings generally consist of you (ie, me) gasping on and on about something terribly silly that the government or my organization of employ has done while drinking a much-too-sweet caffeinated beverage until he asks "and so, I guess still no boyfriend?". Yikes.
Anyway, this blog has been a lot of things. And, I know no one reads it. But there are certain things that should be preserved for posterity. Like my newest adventure--Match.com. Yes, that's right. I joined Match. I think if I keep saying it over and over again, it will get less weird. But that's only the secondary part of my story--the current goings on with one of my friends goes to evidence our being completely inept, but somehow awesome at the same time. And since besides politics and how idiotic supply-side economic policy is, the thing we talk about most is boys and dating and how annoying it is that our facebook feeds are blowing up with weddings and babies, my adventure with online dating is a perfect addition to the haphazardly-constructed "mission" of this blog-that-no-one-reads.
She met a guy in a bar (our favorite bar) a couple weekends ago and has sense struck up a conversation over text message with him. I think texting is our generation's version of note-passing. The back and forth rarely has content or meaning, often times it's just to hold the attention of another person between weekends. This guy asked her out on a proper date, but they haven't nailed down an actual date yet. He's going away this weekend. He's a cop. And she can't quite remember what he looks like. When they are texting, we have a parallel conversation going on that is mostly made up of me encouraging her that she can, in fact, flirt via text message and giving (probably horrible) advice on how to send witty over 3G. At the same time, I'm lusting after an imaginary person to be the subject of overly specific and analytical conversations between friends. So, having had no luck finding said person (and I'm kidding about the analytical thing..sort of..), Match is the way to go, I hear. If you don't find "someone special" in 6 months, they give you SIX MONTHS FREE!! It's like I'm trying to date via late-night infomercial.
So, that's where I am. 24 hours in to my Match experiment. I sent two emails after two glasses of wine last night. Because liquid courage isn't just for in-person flirting anymore.
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