After the nasty realization that a long distance relationship I had at one time was truly nothing thanks to some lovely pictures on the Internet, I immediately went online and put my profile on those dating websites. Not only did I need a confidence boost by listing my own assets after the last person I dated made it a point to always list my faults and tell me what a terrible person I was, but I needed to find a descent guy who wasn’t over 2,000 miles away and actually liked me.
What I found interesting was how everyone seemed to come to the consensus that it was near impossible to meet quality people in Las Vegas. I completely agree with that idea but it seems a bit asinine that hundreds of people in this large yet compact city can’t seem to find each other, we must all be walking around with our eyes closed. Or, as in my case, living in the suburbs full of families and working with married couples.
Within a few hours several gentlemen showed initiative through “winks” and “pokes” which means they like you but are too nervous or don’t care enough to actually talk to you. After messing up a few times (sorry boys) I finally was able to communicate with a few individuals and as I was fresh off a self righteous trip and full of piss and vinegar I agreed to dates. With all of them. Date one is with a computer programmer or something along those lines as many of the information items on profiles are fill in the blank with the stock answer that best fits what it is you do. So computer/information/ technology could mean they write software or run the cash register at McDonald's, you never know
At the very least my hurt has been replaced, but replaced with anxiety. I’m not a good first impression person, as a student of human behavior I tend to change my mannerisms to fit the people and situation I am with and in. This is great for social gatherings but for showing your personality to someone, not so much. To be honest I’m not quite sure what my personality is, I like opera and Family Guy, I like dumb jokes and good pieces of art, I’m happy in a dive bar or a high class restaurant. So let’s just say I'm a “Jack of all Trades”, or as my mother calls it “completely indecisive."
yep, middle of a bad time in the one, the first year of the split position so challenging, had just moved a few weeks prior, and spent the Holiday's along with a lean cuisine dinner and episodes of Weeds to keep me company (family out of the country) thank goodness for iced coffee and outlets to be found online, don't know what I would have done.
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