I am the OKCupid Weirdo…

I’m the OKcupid Weirdo…

I’m in graduate school, which is a dating barren wasteland. Imagine a desert. You do not date undergrads, or I won’t. You don’t date someone in your program, chances are they’re married and if they aren’t you had better get married or it will end in disaster. You’ll continue to see one another and graduate cliques are brutal. Luckily, I learned my lesson pretty early. The person I dated in the program dropped out, ran across the country, where he moved back in with a girlfriend. Huh?
I resisted the online dating scene for a while. I wanted a cute meeting story. It sounds lame because it is lame. I once was picked up at the supermarket. Best pickup story ever. He never called.

I didn’t want to do it, but then you see two normal happy people, friends even, who met on line. Well, it worked for them? Maybe there is something to it. I decided when I relayed the meeting story I would simply leave out the internet part.

“Oh, we met at the coffee shop.”

So you join the world of online dating. You quickly learn that the happy normal couple that you know is not the rule, but the exception. It is every awkward over thought presentation of “This is me!” that you thought it was and then some.

I tried not to be judgey when I started. I let spelling mistakes go. I should not have. I don’t anymore. I mean, he was a nice enough guy. We smoked pot in his car and he explained he owned a gun and lived with his parents. Huh?

I left and we never contacted each other again. It was after that meeting I developed my theory. Okcupid, two people meet, and generally one is normal and one is a weirdo. The goal is to get two normals, or even two weirdos together. Happily ever after. I think there is generally a disparity. Here is what it looks like.

okcupidchart

Now, I met a normal at a coffee shop. Things seemed to be going well. He had a job, a driver’s license, even a bank account. He took me out to dinner. Things progressed and he conveyed his thoughts. That maybe we moved too fast and he just wanted to be clear he was keeping his options open, but we could still hang out, but not have sex.

Huh? Now, crazy/weirdo brain took over. I handled that moment fine, but continued to think. He wants me to be a girlfriend placeholder, my term not his. A girlfriend placeholder is a girl, who you treat and depend on like a girlfriend, but refuse to call your girlfriend because you think you can do better. She is just holding the place, like a zero in long division, until something better comes along, at which point you can make out with the new girl, crush your placeholder and explain you were never dating. Girlfriend placeholder. This may have not been the case, but it was where I went. I assume I will end up alone forever and should probably get more cats. No, I can’t get more cats. My one cat would kill me if I brought home more cats.

Are you catching on?

I talk to my friend a few more times, but ultimately he dumps me.

And when a friend helps me by saying, “He’s just not that into you.” I realized I was the okcupidweirdo. Oh my god. It was me all along.

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