Falling in Love Through My Thumbs
The life and death of my virtual romance with a delightful yet distant suitor.
In nearly every relationship I’ve had, from the most fleeting to the one I married, we’ve met online.
It’s strange, as I’m super social and know loads of people in my community. If anyone were to meet someone in real life, you’d think it would be me. But, no. I’ve had to seek them via online dating, every time.
When my last relationship ended, I questioned the wisdom of trying again. I was so content to be alone. But a tarot reading from a friend made me question, was I just numb? By my age, it’s pretty easy to slip to romantic and sexual complacency, and by that I mean — to simply stop seeking (and therefore, stop having) those sorts of relationships. Is that what I wanted for myself? Did I want to be done? Did I even remember how to flirt?
I decided to test these questions — and the bounds of my heart, hope, and libido — and posted a profile to Facebook Dating.
And it was… fine. It took almost no effort to set up, and I got the results I expected for my level of effort — that’s to say, very little. Most men are just so boring.
“hi beautiful”
“hi Dana”
