Ones and Zeroes
So...one of my longtime friends is getting married to someone from out of town. I am genuinely happy for her, er, them, and I wish them every conceivable happiness. My social media timeline is filled with gleeful smiles and smoochie faces in anticipation of the upcoming big day. Simultaneously, I received a friend request from one of the groom’s friends or workmates or whatever. The gent does not know me, we only have 2 acquaintances in common and his profile has only been established since (drumroll please) October of 2018. Yeah. But I guess he figures since the bride and groom met online and met each other in person the week of the wedding, that maybe he should try his luck too. I wonder what was his process, did he scour the bride’s friends list for toothy grinned ladies with no men in their pictures? “Ah, yes, here’s a few! Let me cast a line out and see if anyone bites!”
Don’t get me wrong, to each their own, love can happen in any number of ways and I’m all for that. Honestly I know a few of my contemporaries who have met their soulmates in the same way, a friend of a friend sends a request through social media, or a friend suggests a friend and it goes from there. It even happened to me before; a older woman and family friend appointed herself my yenta and friend suggested myself for a young man from out of town. Always willing to make a new friend, I accepted the request and he began to reach out pretty regularly, daily in fact despite the time difference. After about a week he confessed he wanted to “settle with me” and he likened me to a prosperous cow. Perhaps that was a compliment that got lost in translation, but getting a soft proposal after one week was enough for me; I was out. “Yenta” then proceeded to reach out to me, but her conclusion was that I just wasn’t ready. I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to be someone’s cow.
While it’s tempting to take this route of social media love, especially when you see others your age married and/or with kids by now, I just don’t think it’s the right avenue for me, no diss. Much like the characters in the Matrix, I tend to look at the ones and zeroes of a thing, try to see down to the source code. I’ve known too many “good guys” who were just versions of Mr. Smith, so I try to be cautious, especially in digital realms. It may take a little longer, but I rather wait for the One, someone who runs to pick up the phone when I call (lol), protects those he loves and looks very nice indeed in black.
Don’t get me wrong, to each their own, love can happen in any number of ways and I’m all for that. Honestly I know a few of my contemporaries who have met their soulmates in the same way, a friend of a friend sends a request through social media, or a friend suggests a friend and it goes from there. It even happened to me before; a older woman and family friend appointed herself my yenta and friend suggested myself for a young man from out of town. Always willing to make a new friend, I accepted the request and he began to reach out pretty regularly, daily in fact despite the time difference. After about a week he confessed he wanted to “settle with me” and he likened me to a prosperous cow. Perhaps that was a compliment that got lost in translation, but getting a soft proposal after one week was enough for me; I was out. “Yenta” then proceeded to reach out to me, but her conclusion was that I just wasn’t ready. I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to be someone’s cow.
While it’s tempting to take this route of social media love, especially when you see others your age married and/or with kids by now, I just don’t think it’s the right avenue for me, no diss. Much like the characters in the Matrix, I tend to look at the ones and zeroes of a thing, try to see down to the source code. I’ve known too many “good guys” who were just versions of Mr. Smith, so I try to be cautious, especially in digital realms. It may take a little longer, but I rather wait for the One, someone who runs to pick up the phone when I call (lol), protects those he loves and looks very nice indeed in black.
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