Friends have told me about encountering first dates who wanted to talk dirty over artisanal sandwiches–or worse, people who don’t even know who Indiana Jones is. I also look for someone looking for me, though secretly I don’t believe I will find myself, and also I hold the belief that once you have found your missed connection, it is all downhill from there.
Yet even as we steel ourselves to deal with liars, ghosts and more ordinary romantic let-downs, many of us still entertain a wistful desire to believe in the possibility that love awaits us on the other side of the screen. I want to find faith in others looking for each other–and not just the “you bought me and my friends a drink at an anonymous bar” types, but, you know, something a little more romantic, or something uncanny in how, in a city of millions of characters, there is bound to be a story starting somewhere. I look every day, wondering if someone feels like I got away :) Oh well…we can’t all be the “cute hipster girl reading pride and prejudice and zombies on the G train.” But sometimes I’d like to think when I catch a guy stealing glances that the universe is setting up a moment that will ensure that I will stick in his mind for at least an hour ;) I agree with every word you said. How in a city, like you said, of millions can it be so difficult to holdonto that faith?
I’ve always been fascinated by the missed connections section on Craigslist.
Nestled away amongst all the apartment listings and gently used IKEA couches are posts from would-be lovers, searching for the alluring strangers glimpsed in subways and diners.
All have found a connection, that elusive thing that binds them to another human being.
Both logic and heavy foreshadowing suggest your “type” includes this hapless vessel for existential dread. In they pour, all corpse-breath and fang: Closet-dwellers.
The Internet is more than a cooperation of computers. And where people meet, even anonymously, it seems that Romance and Love will enter the equation as well.
You seemed like you would like Northwestern trees, a sense of time which cannot be explained by traffic lights, the mess of weather, etc.
I know this is the snow talking now, but I would like to sit by the window with you and discuss typography, Jon Stewart, or the sad rendition of snow men made by adults. Some people say I look just like Justin Bieber if they squint (or was it if I squint? I can’t remember, I think it is the hair, which my hat was covering.
One-third of online daters have yet to meet up with someone they met through a dating site in real life, according to a 2013 Pew Research Center survey.
And even if we do manage to grab a drink with a person who’s exactly who they say they are, most veteran online daters can testify to any number of disappointments. I look to imagine the scenarios and moments of others.