I went on an easily forgettable, internet-facilitated date with you in the beginning of February at Bukowski's. You were very cool and looked fetching, but I was distracted and all out of sorts that night. I remember being bummed on the ride home because I wasn't able to be very engaging. But here's the thing: the day leading up to that night was seriously so draining and it was impossible to be my very cool self: had spent ten hrs in a computer lab on stats problems with annoyed classmates, had to run to davis sq in the snow only to have to run back to return roommates keys, didn't eat, freezing walk to inman, etc. I had put the disappointing night behind me but happened on your blog today and was reminded of how thoughtful/interesting/funny you are. Would you be open to giving me a second chance, like a second first date? I'll totally pay for drinks. If you're not interested, I totally understand but I had to give this a shot. Awesome!
So, it's happened again, although luckily it seems the damage in this case is minimal. I mean, thank heavens I wasn't inclined to wax poetic post-date, leaving a trail of snark in my wake, a hobby I have admittedly been known to indulge in, oh, once or twice or twenty-seven times (at current count). Not that I would have, obviously, because as his e-mail shows, he's clearly a very nice guy. (Hi, James!) However, it is still an uncomfortable feeling, knowing how vulnerable, how exposed I am to every guy I've ever dated (or even not dated) through Okcupid. Because, as I finally figured out, all you have to do is google my username, and through a fairly straightforward series of mouse clicks, you are led straight to my blog. This blog. Where I share my innermost secrets, my past traumas, my fears, unflattering post-dental work video footage, and my deepest most profound thoughts on...bikini waxing? What the hell was I thinking??? So, yeah. Vulnerable. Of course several months ago when I originally found out about this little glitch, I immediately freaked out and set off to nip it in the bud, ASAP. The problem going back to a comment I had left on someone's blog years ago, using the same username that I use on my online dating profiles. And the profile I used to leave the comment leading back to this blog. So I sent this blogger, who happens to be a Big Blogger, a desperate e-mail detailing the situation, and ending with a breathless plea for help! Please help! You must delete my comment or my life will be ruined!!!!!!! Or something along those lines. Being that said blogger is a Big Blogger, I didn't necessarily expect to hear back from her at all, however she did reply, and was quite sympathetic. However, she said that for some reason on entries that were more than a couple years old, she didn't see a way to delete comments, that they had, in effect, become permanent, it seemed. (Horrors!) But she would look into it and see what she could do. At which point, the adrenaline having subsided and finally being able to think clearly again, I sent her another e-mail saying, "Or I could just change my online dating username, now that I think about it. Haha!" And she said "Yes, I suppose that is better than moving your blog to a witness protection program," and then we both had a good chuckle. So then, of course, I did that, or rather I sort of did, which is to say that, long story short, ultimately I didn't. What I mean is, I changed my username on my Match account very easily and with little fuss, however to affect the same change on Okcupid would require deleting my entire profile and starting from scratch, and well, I am lazy. So ultimately, I did nothing, figuring, google? Pfffft. Who's going to google me? Because, I figured, if nearly a year of singledom has taught me anything, it's that I am clearly not that scintillating. But! Apparently I am, if perhaps not scintillating (and clearly light-years away from titillating, but a woman can dream), at least I am google stalker-worthy, and I will take what I can get at the moment.
All of which is just a roundabout way of saying, of course...Help, Internet! What do I do? Should I go out with him again? Is there really such a thing as a second first date? What about my dating vacation proclamation? Or do self-imposed curfews and dating restrictions go out the window when free drinks are on the line?
Your options are:
a) What are you thinking? Clearly you do not need another James in your life, as it could prove to be confusing, and ultimately, weird. Stay away!
b) What are you thinking? He called you fetching and thoughtful/interesting/funny, which is three more compliments than you've ever received before in one e-mail. Give him another chance!
c) Meh, I don't really care. I'm just in this for the prizes.
Did I just say prizes? I did, apparently, though I kind of took myself by surprise there. I hadn't really thought about it, but after it came out, it seemed like a good idea. What do you think? A little incentive, let's say. Leave a comment with your vote, or your non-vote, as you prefer, and I will pick a winner at random who will have their choice of these fabulous prizes:
A brand-new recipe holder from Hallmark (classy!), which comes with 26 recipe cards, but unfortunately only holds 24 recipe cards, which...well, let's just say I hope someone got fired over that one. I mean, it's not rocket science here, Hallmark. The lucky winner of this prize will even receive two recipe cards already filled out with two of my favorite recipes! (Which, since you're already going to have to throw away two cards anyway...But no! I'm a good cook! Sometimes...)
For the less cutesy gift-inclined (or more male) voters, I have this:
A brand-new portable radio with headphones, which I swear, came free with my purchase of blemish cream. Not that I...use...blemish cream...It was for a friend...I swear! Anyway, I bought it unaware of the treasure residing inside, and was quite shocked when I brought it home and opened the box. And thought, "Well, that explains why the box was so big, and also why I just paid $10 for blemish cream." I thought it was just really good blemish cream (for my friend!), though honestly I could have stood to pay $5 less and not received a free
crappy totally desirable piece of plastic modern technology.
So, Internet, do I go out with this guy again? Let's say I have to receive at least five yays, and I'll consider that a sign that the dating gods want me to give him another chance. So vote one, vote all, by this Friday 12 p.m. EST! My future, and potentially
valuable free prizes, rest in your hands. Oh, and Internet, have I told you lately that you're beautiful? Well, you are. Vote today!