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| An oldie but a goodie – Drinking & facebooking {NOT dating sites but still, kinda relevant!} |
So I have this friend. And this really happened to her. And she begged me not to blog about it. It was one of the first things she said before telling me. Oh god. Please don’t blog about this. So I didn’t.
Until now that is. After she gave me the green light. You see, I snorted through my nose at the ridiculous odds of the whole thing. The craziness and the out of character’ness of her being on an internet dating site anyway.
Me? Well next time I find a husband I bet it is online. I’m nerdy like that. She isn’t. Bless her. The story started for me when I missed a call on my phone. the message bank message, I later found out, said call me, it’s not urgent. Just need to tell you something.
But before I got this message I received a text that said, it’s urgent now, call me. Grabbing for the home phone I hustled to call my friend. And this story which i have paraphrased, of course, is what she told me…
Feeling bored. Having had a few cherry cheers; drinks for people not related to my mother who says this all the time. Going stir crazy from being cooped up and flood bound. In a moment of what can only be considered blinding greatness. She had decided to sign up for an internet dating service starting with an E.
She stumbled her way through numerous pages of surveys and questionnaires {aren’t they the same thing really?} until her profile was live. This having taken more than the estimated amount of time she padded off to bed and kinda, sorta forgot about it. Sleep like a baby and I imagine all the while congratulating herself for getting out there. Stepping up the search for a NOT BASTARD the one.
Until she got sent a whole bunch of matches. Well considering her criteria it was a whole bunch. So she sifted through over 50 matches. Filtering them in a way only a women on her first foray into internet dating can. Nah creepy, nah dopey, nah short, nah funny looking, nah looks like the former the one; the bastard version. Until after all this shifting she one. And decided to send him a request or email or thingy {not sure of title, obviously, should have done more research}.
He had a nice smile. He seemed genuine. He had a good job. Had a good profile. No brainer. Obviously an internet dating keeper. And soon she found herself completing another survey. And when given the option. She hit send request. Only then, did she remember that there was more to check out on his profile. And flicking through the pictures continued.
Until she saw it. A face she had seen before. A face that she knew, sorta. And she knew that this face and my face are similar because we are cousins. She had met said cousin before briefly. So she hit my facebook, in a flurry of what i am going to say is a stalker’esque whirl searching for this assumed cousin of mine in the pics.
She found her. The face she recognised from the profile. And this face she remembered was standing next to the match. And I knew them both. her and the match. I had for as long as I could remember.
And it turns out that this match of hers {that has closed/declined her request so they will not be meeting and having coffee and babies together – HA! I added that bit} is my COUSIN. What can I say. Of all the matches in all the world, she had to run into one of mine. Relatives that is. Don’tcha think the odds of that are pretty outrageous!?
I laughed. What else could I do?
And I am sorry to say that my favourite bit was the sound of horror in her voice when she called to tell me she had internet scammed on one of my cousins. And funnier still was her hesitancy to even reveal that she had checked out for and signed up to an internet dating site. Hello. Nerd here. Of course I adore the idea of meeting your the one online. It’s like a nerd fantasy. One I am sorry {kinda but not really} to say that I never got to fulfill on.
So there you go. NINE {edited to add – SIX! Derr}degrees of separation just got knocked down to ONE, one degree of separation. Cue spooky music.
Suger 
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