Having done a decent double-handful of these NTKOGS (or “anti”s, as I’ve taken to calling them, in an approximation of hip youth parlance), thought I’d post a little behind-the-scenes update on the fallout from a few of them:
The guy I asked out on the T (and subsequently found out was not just gay but really actually quite very gay): accepted my facebook friendship, but sent back not a word in response to my perfectly charming fbook message creepily asserting that I was not a creepazoid. A few days ago, I fbook messaged him, asking the name of the presidential trivia bar, but as of press time, there has been no response. Part of me wants to use web 2.0 madness to happen to “accidentally” meet up with him in the bar next time he goes, but given my past experiences with stalking, um, maybe I’m better off just sticking to online communication.
The girls I online-friend-dated to meet up for martinis: are, much to my surprise and chagrin!, not yet my life-long besties. Although, one of them did send me a lot of info about a publishing job and offered to get a friend to give me an employee referral, which I’m taking her up on. Is this that thing they call networking?
The temp agent whose daughter’s college application essay I offered to read: did indeed take me up on that offer, sending me one of the most hilariously vapid admish essays I’ve ever had the dubious pleasure of reading (and subsequently calling Muscles to mock). Unfortunately, this has not led to any job offers — although she did send me on a uniquely terrible inteview, to which I showed up twenty minutes early and at which I was aggressively business-polished (minus my Rocky-style shadow-boxing pep talk montage outside.)
Obviously no developments yet (yet!) with my professor crush, but I was heartened by my mother’s charming consolation: “Sorry to hear ‘he’ is married, but probably unhappily so :-)” Aww, thanks, mom, for that. And the gift of life, I guess. But mostly for that.
And the magical power of just asking people for what I want has rendered me permanently, annoyingly un-self-conscious on the street. Net win for me. Bit embarrassing all around for the people I hang out with.
But I’m planning on putting this obnoxiously strident bout of self-improvement to the test this weekend when I try (gulp) speed-dating on Saturday — for the sake of hilarity, not mating, obvi, although of course I wouldn’t neglect to wear my guys-love-it meat cleaver necklace, just in case someone totally on my wave-length happens to be in attendance. Otherwise, I just plan on mocking everyone I meet. Or would that be too much like something I would do? Decisions, decisions.
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this is SO AWESOME. i’m pretty much in love with the concept of this blog – well, more so with the concept of this year of your life, i suppose. rock on.
So do you think the gay facebook “friend” is genuinely scared of you? Maybe he’s one of those people whos self esteem is heavily invested in how many FB friends he has. Actually, that describes me . . . scratch that!
That being said, I always think don’t accept someone’s friend invite if you’re not prepared to actually reply to their messages!!!