Oh to be a single girl in NYC...

This post could be subtitled, The Perils of Dating in NYC, or just dating in general I suppose. I think I should take this opportunity to point out that I'm bad at dating, the entire process. From meeting people, to going on dates, to keeping said dates interested long enough for it to become a relationship, the whole shebang. Hence, my current status as single and my most serious relationship is with a bottle of wine. (How you doin', bottle of Two Buck Chuck I've had since my housewarming party).

So, I went on a date last week. I will pause here to let you soak in that last declaration. While sitting on said date, I realized it had been roughly 6 months since my last real first date. Which is a long time in me-time. Anyhoo, the date was great, I would say one of the best first dates I've ever been on, and anyone who can help mitigate the awkwardness that is undoubtedly a first date, is a winner in my book. Instead of ass-clenchingly awkward as most dates are, this was pleasant and relatively painless.

So fast forward to today, I was going home for the holidays and so we parted with him telling me to get in touch when I got back, which I was down with. Got in touch yesterday, he responded, I responded back and ...nothing. Not a peep, so of course we're Facebook friends and I do what any other red-blooded young American female would do, I stalked the shit out of him. In the time I was home drinking egg not and building snowmen, he friended a girl who looked a little bit like my trashy older sister. Clearly, this is the roid rage talking, I'm sure she's a perfectly lovely girl, or a white trash dirty pirate hooker, either way. That's beside the point, this girl and I look a lot alike, so our boy in question clearly has a type. But now I can't help being consumed with questions about why he hasn't responded and if he's too busy boinking this new girl.

This has led me to the conclusion that there is such a thing as too much information. In this age of googling and facebook stalking, we've lost the element of mystery that's fun and exciting and scary about new relationships. If I didn't know about my trashy twin, I might be a little more zen about the textual silence that's going on right now. Heavy emphasis on the might be part, but still, it's nice to think about it.

However, if it wasn't for Facebook, I wouldn't be able to make an accurate voodoo doll of my trashy twin, now where did I leave all of my pins?

xoxo,

Gossip Sharkey