OkCupid and the Quest for True Love

OkCupid and the Quest for True Love

What’s a shy girl to do?

I feel as though the taboo of internet dating isn’t as strong as it used to be.

I was 13 when we first got a computer and the internet in my house.

Actually we were one of the first families on the block with a computer and dial up internet provided to us by the wondrous America Online.

I remember going into those infamous AOL chat rooms and being bombarded with “A/S/L” by people either looking to hook up or just looking for someone to talk to who also happened to really like Ricky Martin.

Not that I went into Ricky Martin fan chats or anything. I mean I don’t even know if they had those.

But I digress.

As the world’s shyest teenager I felt strange and weird meeting people online. Like was I doing something wrong in my life because I couldn’t meet friends in real life, because I couldn’t get a boy to like me in real life.

Even as I got older and started blogging on xanga (yep you read that right, I’ve got 10 years of posts on that bad boy. shit that probably isn’t helping my situation is it?) and gained readers from all over the country and the world and more of my friends started meeting strangers online and, gasp, even dating them, I still felt weird about these people. I felt weird about letting these unknown, sometimes faceless people into my life. I felt weird befriending them and even developing feelings for some of them.

But here I am, in my late 20s spending my lunch breaks and bus rides scrolling through dozens of profiles of the eligible men in the city of Chicago and trying to decide if I’m still in the same mindset of my 13-year-old self wondering if I’ve messed up somewhere along the way. If I’m defective because I cant seem to meet a decent man in real life and am instead relegated to hunting for one on an app.

Is there no such thing as a cute meet anymore?

Welcome to 21st century; the digital dating age.

Amor

Amor

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Forty years ago today, Alfredo Kastle took Carmen Luz Varo as his lawfully wedded wife.

To have and to hold.

To love and to cherish.

Through sickness and through health.

Through the good and the bad times.

As long as they both shall live.

Together they built a life together in a foreign city.

They raised three daughters.

They loved.

Love in the time of bed bugs

Love in the time of bed bugs

I’m exhausted and I know I should be closing my eyes soon, but this seemed important to share.

According to my mattress boo, Chicago is now number one in bedbugs and that has filled me with an overwhelming fear and paranoia.

Let’s get back to my mattress boo.

Friday night we went out for all you can eat sushi at this sushi bar in Roscoe Village. I’ve found myself in Roscoe Village more often than usual as of late.

After dinner we passed a mattress store and my friend decided she wanted to go in and just test out the mattresses. so we made up a story that I needed a new bed and went in. we were greeted by the most adorable man.

I saw him and I wanted to test all of the beds out with him.

But first I had to grab the giant stuffed sheep.

Wait, I’m not making sense. There was a stuffed sheep on one of the beds facing the window. I wanted to hold it and squeeze it. I asked if this was okay.

He laughed and said yes.

He took me to the first bed and told me to lay down.

I almost pulled off my panties, but I refrained. My other two friends watched and laughed and chatted with him as well.

We spent half an hour in there chatting with him about beds and warranties and then bed bugs came up and I cringed.

Bed bugs and life.

why are people so disgusting?

Anyway, that’s pretty much it. I’ve fallen in love with the manager of a mattress store in Roscoe Village. He’s cute and sweet and friendly and he was a carpenter for 15 years and he’s new to the city.

I want to have his mixed asian, white, mexican babies and sleep on a $5,000 bed.