I Met My Spouse On Myspace
Does that count as internet dating?
It was 2006 and social media was just coming into its own.
Myspace was where it all started for me. I remember picking themes for my page that ranged from clean and organized to dark and moody.
Myspace had this niche for being able to produce a personal page that would fit my current emotional state. Most social media today feels somewhat cookie cutter in comparison.
I would usually open up my page at some point in the day and decide if the song I had downloaded to play automatically still embodied who I was.
I guess that was the thing about myspace.
It felt like all the cultural angst had a place to fester. Backwater emo hearts had a place to call home because half the time you would open someone's page and it felt like stepping into Hot Topic. It gave the 2000s kids a place to belong where they could hide from all the people wishing for the 90s.
I would take a quick glance at my “top eight” to be sure that they were all still “top” level friendships(honestly I have no idea what my strategy was for deciding this), and then I was on to browsing my friend's pages and making new friends. The bigger the friends list the better right?
My inbox was generally empty. Messaging on Myspace wasn’t really the point. That's what AIM Messager was for. Forget seamless integration, we had separate platforms for everything in the 2000s.
But one day I had a message from a very attractive woman I didn’t know.
I know it sounds like I was about to be attacked with spam, but instead, I opened the message and was virtually slapped. She wanted to to know how the hell I had hacked onto her friend's list and I should know that my profile would soon be deleted because she had emailed Tom(does anybody remember Tom?).
As I was reading it and getting ready to respond to this absurd insinuation, I received another message from the same gorgeous woman. She wanted to apologize. You see, back in the Myspace days most of us were still learning how to walk on our “social media” legs and she had just tripped.
We shared a mutual friend on Myspace and she had been browsing that friend’s friend list.
And while that seems like pretty casual social media activity today, it could get kind of confusing back then. The idea of online privacy on social media was still growing and made little sense to most of us.
She had forgotten that these people were not her friends, but her friend’s friends(damn, this is confusing just writing it out). And in an invasion of privacy driven rage, she picked the strangest looking guy on the list and unloaded on him. Yep, that was me.
She apologized profusely, hoping that I would understand. I did, but mainly, I thought she was super hot and I just wanted to keep her talking.
I told her I needed a laugh and introduced myself the Myspace way by adding her as a friend. We messaged back and forth for most of the night and before long exchanged numbers.
We were married less than 9 months later and we have been together for almost 12 years.
I don’t know if that counts as internet dating or not but I don't care. All I know is that I am forever indebted to the angsty world of Myspace. Our paths would never have crossed without the mother of social media.
So thanks, Tom.