God knows dating in New York is rough. And the video games that are dating apps all too often leave one feeling bumbled, tindered, and unhinged. Unfortunate common side effects of this post post modern, post technology, pre-apocolypse romantic era.
Gone are the days of serendipitous signs. "It's such a crazy story. I was like super bored from scrolling Facebook one day at work, so I opened my phone, went into Utilities, searched for like 3 minutes to find The League, swiped through 20 or 30 guys, and never heard back from any of them, except for him! Like, fate, right?"
And so, this weekend, strolling along the cultural dead zone that is LaGuardia Place, and stumbling upon the below personal listing, posted up on every tree and pole on the block, what a New York breath of fresh air.
"I'm really looking for a girlfriend. This is not a joke. Just tired of the singles scene and hoping to find the right person. I am a professional artist and creative person. You know who you are. To me each and every person is beautiful. Open to the possibility of the relationship morphing into something more profound."
Sure, the red flags are there. But let's pretend for a minute that there's no such thing as Dateline. Because really, when was the last time you met a serial killer?
Back in the day, what a fun thing for someone to have done? But now? If someone openly expresses their interest in finding love outside of their Match.com profile, how inappropriate? And yes, choosing an outlet now often reserved for getting rid of shitty Ikea furniture on a college campus may be a bit off, but hey, skywriters cost a lot these days.
Just a thought, but when was the last time you made a move outside of sending a "Hey" conversation starter text. Maybe he's not your type. Maybe he is a serial killer. Or at the very least, a guy who watches way too many Netflix documentaries about serial killers.
Regardless, why not let this be your little piece of fate? Why not chat up that girl on line at the coffee shop? Why not actually ask someone on a date? In person.
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