The Big Shift

I came of age during The Big Shift, that time period over which meeting people on the internet went from "Something My Second Cousin Tried Once I Think" to "Ubiquitous Shitshow With Occasional Benefits." I blame witnessing that shift on my irritatingly mixed feelings on Tinder/OKC (I tried match.com once and it was the roughest trial month of anything I ever done... and I've tried a bunch of bullshit fitness crazes on the cheap.)

Went for coffee with someone from OKC last weekend. He was very nice and could carry on a conversation pretty well and it was completely unremarkable. I was kind of sick, and drinking this weird hot chocolate that wasn't sweet at all but was a little bit spicy and as he told me about his visit home to Indiana, all I could focus on was how odd the hot chocolate was, but maybe delicious? And I was glad it was hot, because my throat was kiling me. And the heat (cayenne pepper, I think) started to open my sinuses which was fantastic but it meant my nose started running in a super gross way. Luckily I had those tissues with lotion in them (mandatory addition to every adult's life, let me tell you) on me, so I kept things tidy in the face area. So basically I was bored and distracted and it all sort of got blurry, and when I came to, I was home in my bed with four blankets because the heat in our apartment was acting up. So I had to call our landlord to come fix it. And then I guess I forgot to have an opinion about the guy I went out with until now. I hope when we tell our grandchildren this story he will be able to fill in the details.

Unlike a lot of girls I know, I don't have a picture in my head of what I want. I just want someone with some GD life in them. Someone who not only is cool with me teasing them, but who gives it right back.

I just told my roommate I was going to hang out with a British guy from Tinder next week. "Perfect," she said, "they don't like talking about their feelings either."