We all have online dating pages
these days right? Of course we do. Because we’re hip, and savvy, and whatever
other cool word means in touch with the online universe these days. It’s kind
of fun sometimes. You know, I get to poke my friends, write annoying stuff on
their walls, send them weird gifts, and answer stupid quizzes. So what’s wrong
with that, right?
Well
as I use it, more and more friends from high school and college are finding me
and adding me as friends. So here are these people who didn’t bother to keep in
touch who are now fake-interested in my life and where it’s been. Okay, so that
doesn’t really annoy me all that much either. I mean, sure they didn’t keep in
touch all along but then neither did I. And reconnecting is kind of cool in a
dorky lets-say-we’ll-keep-in-touch-now-but-really-not sort of way. So again,
what’s my problem right?
Here’s
my problem. Every interaction invariably goes roughly like this:
Old friend: Hi Jane! It’s been so long! What have you been up to?
Me: Oh,
you know, nothing much. Living in Baltimore, working in my office, going out
with friends. It’s a good life. How about you?
Old Friend: I’m great! Been married for [insert amount of time here]. We [
(circle one) have kids, are pregnant, are looking to adopt, are starting to try
for children]. Hey, didn’t you marry First Husband? Whatever happened to that?
Do you have kids?
And
this is where it has obviously all gone to hell. My profile clearly says I’m
single… can’t you just add two and two and come up with the fact that I’m
divorced? I mean, that really is four in this equation. And knowing that, did
you really need to ask about kids? I mean, sure I could have had them, but
aren’t you trodding into delicate territory now? Did I respond and ask you why
you have to adopt instead of having your own children? No? Wanna know why?
Because it’s tactless, that’s why! And maybe, just maybe, you don’t want to
have a personal discussion like that with a virtual stranger. When did it
become acceptable to get in touch with someone you barely ever even knew and
start rapid firing sensitive questions? I mean, seriously. I haven’t even
spoken to these people in roughly ten years, and now you want to ask all of
this?
I
want to know where all the other divorced folks are hiding? Where are my college
friends who didn’t have babies and couldn’t make things work? You know where
they are? Because I have an idea. They’re hiding from this nonsense! They are
tired of being attacked with questions and barraged with their coupled up
acquaintances’ perfect little lives. They secretly think you all are hiding
something anyway, we all do. But they have decided they are tired of feeling
like circus freaks for living alone with their cats.
The
worst part is after that conversation with old friend. After you have revealed
the big bad divorce thing and your childless state. After you have tried to
explain what a grand time you are having living alone and going out with your
friends for booze on a regular basis. After all of that, where you have put on
a happy face and smiled and jollied it up, hoping they’ll see that your life is
cool too.
Because
after all of that, they say they’re sorry. Sorry? Seriously? Because I’m not! I
mean, old friend, I am happy that you are coupled and living the good life. I
do not look down on that. I do not apologize to you because you are looking to
adopt. I am not sorry for you. So save your stories for me too, ok? I mean, I’m
not sorry at all. I could still be married to that loser, you know? I could
still be miserable every day of my life because I woke up next to him. But I’m
not! I’m going out for happy hour on the spur of the moment because I’m not
pregnant and I don’t have to ask anyone’s permission first. I’m doing what I
want when I want without worrying about what someone else might think or feel
about it. I’m going to the bathroom with the door open, dammit. My life is
pretty freaking grand.
At
least, I had myself convinced of that until 20 of you with your husbands and
families got in touch with me just now. Now I’m just feeling a little weird.
But it would certainly help if all of you hadn’t been sorry for me, you know?
Right.
Damn online dating.
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