Thanks for visiting again! Now if I may, another story.
My second experience meeting a guy online occurred about a year and a heartbreak after what happened with Mikey. I had gained a little confidence, but it strangely didn't make me any less awkward socially. Bored one sleepless night, I joined a site called facethejury. It's a simple enough "rating and dating" site geared towards a post-myspace, pre-eharmony aged crowd. I put up a photo and some witty remarks in lieu of a description of myself, and would log in when I was bored and flip through pictures of male members, rating them.
So one night while my mom thought I was at a friend's house, I drove out to a parking lot (anyone noticing a pattern here...)
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My first experience ever meeting someone from the internet occurred between my junior and senior year in high school. I think of this as a time when you have the attitude of someone stuck in their ways, but are actually still entirely malleable. It was the age of MySpace and of course I had one, because seeing my equally lost-in-the-world peers every day at school and after school just didn't suffice and I had to know what they looked like making a kissy face in the mirror, making a kissy face with sunglasses on, and so forth.
I would search for guys about my age and around my zip code and ogle the cute ones, but never thought I'd end up meeting up with anyone. I thought it was dangerous and foolish so I always ignored the messages I'd receive. But one day I had the most trite of all revelations when I figured out that there had to be others like me using the internet as well. And by like me I mean your standard bored to tears teenager who's somewhat normal besides a raging social phobia. At the time, getting to know those people sounded appealing.
When I got a message from Mikey, a nineteen year old from a town a few miles away, I decided he may be one of those people like me and decided not to rule him out as a creep immediately. The message was a simple introduction of himself and declaration of 'ur hot' and I replied quickly that I knew I was and he should tell me something new. (See what I mean about that attitude thing?) We exchanged a few brief, flirtatious e-mails and became chatting buddies. I assessed him as attractive and maybe not smart, but not retarded and maybe not charming, but not a complete asshole.
It wasn't long before he suggested meeting and while I of course had anxieties over it, I was somewhat smitten already. It's not every day you find a not-retarded and not-an-asshole attractive male in high school. And he was nineteen. The decision was made.
One night while my mom thought I was over at a friend's house, I drove my clunky Saab out to a parking lot in a bit of a rough 'hood near Mikey's apartment where he lived with his parents and a roommate. I'm sure we exchanged hellos and that I said everything right because he hadn't run away, but what I remember is my nerves. Feeling like golf balls were shoved down my throat when I focused on his eyes and his swagger. He was smaller than I'd imagined him, probably 5'7'' and very slight. I made a note that I could most likely take him down if he started any shit. But when he flicked his cigarette butt to the side and stuck his hand out for mine, I saw a smirk, some baby blues, and I was done for.
I guess I met some of his friends that night and that we went to a party, but I stayed close to him, enthralled with every little comment he made, eyes mainly on his lips. A girl with a crush cannot properly recall such events, and furthermore shouldn't be held accountable for her actions. When I dropped him off at home from the party, it was in the early hours of the morning, but when I'd been measuring time by the numbers of smiles and touches on my arm I'd received, the night had flown by. I was rewarded with my first kiss right before he climbed out of the car, and if I close my eyes now I can still feel the tingling in my lips, his greasy hair between my fingers. It was worth the frightening amount of trouble I got in for coming home at four in the morning.
Things fizzled out quickly with Mikey and I was of course devastated, but of course recovered. And while I didn't use the internet to meet people for a long time after that, it lessened my anxieties over meeting new people. And now in my early twenties, I've met numerous people through the internet, some who I've never met in person and are fabulous friends, some I met up with and instantaneously ran away from, and of course a few who ran away from me.
I have been using okcupid.com for over a year now and it's given me a lot to share. I hope for this blog to be a space where I can share my experiences with online dating, perhaps a new situation or person every post, and welcome you to share your experiences as well.
I would search for guys about my age and around my zip code and ogle the cute ones, but never thought I'd end up meeting up with anyone. I thought it was dangerous and foolish so I always ignored the messages I'd receive. But one day I had the most trite of all revelations when I figured out that there had to be others like me using the internet as well. And by like me I mean your standard bored to tears teenager who's somewhat normal besides a raging social phobia. At the time, getting to know those people sounded appealing.
When I got a message from Mikey, a nineteen year old from a town a few miles away, I decided he may be one of those people like me and decided not to rule him out as a creep immediately. The message was a simple introduction of himself and declaration of 'ur hot' and I replied quickly that I knew I was and he should tell me something new. (See what I mean about that attitude thing?) We exchanged a few brief, flirtatious e-mails and became chatting buddies. I assessed him as attractive and maybe not smart, but not retarded and maybe not charming, but not a complete asshole.
It wasn't long before he suggested meeting and while I of course had anxieties over it, I was somewhat smitten already. It's not every day you find a not-retarded and not-an-asshole attractive male in high school. And he was nineteen. The decision was made.
One night while my mom thought I was over at a friend's house, I drove my clunky Saab out to a parking lot in a bit of a rough 'hood near Mikey's apartment where he lived with his parents and a roommate. I'm sure we exchanged hellos and that I said everything right because he hadn't run away, but what I remember is my nerves. Feeling like golf balls were shoved down my throat when I focused on his eyes and his swagger. He was smaller than I'd imagined him, probably 5'7'' and very slight. I made a note that I could most likely take him down if he started any shit. But when he flicked his cigarette butt to the side and stuck his hand out for mine, I saw a smirk, some baby blues, and I was done for.
I guess I met some of his friends that night and that we went to a party, but I stayed close to him, enthralled with every little comment he made, eyes mainly on his lips. A girl with a crush cannot properly recall such events, and furthermore shouldn't be held accountable for her actions. When I dropped him off at home from the party, it was in the early hours of the morning, but when I'd been measuring time by the numbers of smiles and touches on my arm I'd received, the night had flown by. I was rewarded with my first kiss right before he climbed out of the car, and if I close my eyes now I can still feel the tingling in my lips, his greasy hair between my fingers. It was worth the frightening amount of trouble I got in for coming home at four in the morning.
Things fizzled out quickly with Mikey and I was of course devastated, but of course recovered. And while I didn't use the internet to meet people for a long time after that, it lessened my anxieties over meeting new people. And now in my early twenties, I've met numerous people through the internet, some who I've never met in person and are fabulous friends, some I met up with and instantaneously ran away from, and of course a few who ran away from me.
I have been using okcupid.com for over a year now and it's given me a lot to share. I hope for this blog to be a space where I can share my experiences with online dating, perhaps a new situation or person every post, and welcome you to share your experiences as well.
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