It was an experience.
First Name: Atticus
I'm a: Man
Seeking a: Man
Password: xxxxxxxx
My Birth Date: 06/12/1986
email: atticus_chance@live.com
Zip Code: 59801
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After a series of questions to “find my personality” type crap I was finally able to set up my page. The entire time I was answering questions like, “Even if your group of friends is quite diverse, pick one group of the following that would describe them,” I was wondering maybe this isn't the right thing to do? Maybe I should just find someone the old fashioned way... fate. But I wanted to know if I could get matched with someone, just one person!
Description of self:
Oh man what do I put? I looked at my computer screen for a good hour, thinking, 'If I were to meet someone who was blind, how would I describe myself?' Crap! I didn't know! I had to take off my glasses and took a swig of my glass of Southern Comfort and typed on.
Description of self:
No. Way to... corny... doesn't show anything!
Description of self:
No, No, No! That was worse then the first one... I stared at it again, then kept typing and pouring a new glass of rum with every new try. If I kept up this terrible “Description of self,” I was surely to get drunk faster than I anticipated. I didn't know what it was that wouldn't bring me to write something good about myself... I even started to get pretty negative by my what seemed like my twenty fifth try. It went something like...
Description of self: A low life piece of shit that gets too flustered witdh guysa in real life that he ids resortibg to olime datibg. DON't try to daet him... he isa terible persaon and should jusy be lonely for the arest of hus lofe.
I soon realized that maybe I shouldn't be drinking so much....
You know you hit a point in your life when you are drunk and crying because you can't figure out what to put in the “Description of self” box on an online dating site. I'm sure any reasonable person would have stepped back and said something like, “Hey, maybe I should just stop right now and go to bed.” However, my determination seems to come out more when I'm drunk then when I'm sober. I continued writing, but I gave up on the drinking. It then hit me like a sock full of bricks that my great grandma kept around to threaten us with when us kids got out of line. After the first sentence, it all came out like wildfire. Funny thing, what happens when you just get rid of writers block, once you start, you don't stop.
Description of self: There comes a moment in life where you just want to give up because of everything that has happened to you in life. Like me for example; Relationships were always a no go. Why? I have no clue. I'm an average single gay male trying to find love in this world like everyone else. I'm twenty-five years old and a photojournalist for the _____________. Nothing excites me more than a chilled coffee house with soft jazz playing in the background, while an angelic voice rises above spitting words of rhymes into the open air. When I'm there I imagine my hand caressing another, looking over and seeing his head bob up and down to the rhythm of the fluent words. When we got back to my apartment he would run his fingers through my curly brown hair and catch my glasses as they almost slipped off my face. He would undo my tie every so neatly and unbutton my tight fitting American Eagle button up shirt that seemed to really show off my slender build. He of course would have to love dogs, or be at least be okay with them since my lab/blue healer mix would be all over them. We would lay in bed listening to the Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs or some Mumford & Sons.
I felt like I could go on and on, but I knew if it was too long no one would read it and just like I don't know, skip me or something. I know it wasn't much of a description about just myself as much as a perfect night that I would like to happen, but I'm sure that someone somewhere would enjoy it. Even if I do sound a little egotistical about myself in some spots of it.
I then shot a picture of myself on my web cam, uploaded it, and closed out. I took the last swig I had left from my last glass of my rum, rubbing my eyes I looked at the clock.
2:27 AM, my computer clocked glared at me. I knew tomorrow was going to be a long day, and I knew that I probably should have just left the online dating site alone. Somewhere deep down inside, though, wanted to know that maybe I'd have at least one “match” and maybe something could happen? In another part of me it screamed nothing but, “You just created trouble for yourself...”
You did damn good on your self description. Matta'fact if you wanted to share even more about who you are I don't see the problem. You jus' have to not give away too much about you. You gotta leave some mystery. But if you wrote a lot the one guy that read it all and is yearning to know more about you could possibly be your future Mr. Right.
ReplyDeleteIt's weird how similar Atticus is to my life. I joinde Match.com in a slight attempt to find love, but more to actually date since I've never actually dated before. It was exciting and fun and I managed to get it at an affordable price, but I realized I didn't completely have the time and even the energy to do it. Eventually I managed to meet a great guy, who was very unexpected. We started as friends and we still are a year and some months later. We're taking our time to get to know each other. The relationship is growing gradually and pleasantly. We're taking our time in making anything official and putting that label on the relationship, but we both sense that we're going there. We jus' gotta make sure it's right for us mutually.
I jus' had to share that because this story is really bringing out my experiences.
It may take me a while to get here to read and comment, but I'm definitely gonna be reading this story all the way to the end.