cal, redux. (a.k.a. a message from cal., a.k.a. why i started this blog.)
for your voyeuristic pleasure, here’s some of what Cal emailed me after i told him i couldn’t see him again after our first date. said first date had actually gone really well until he revealed that he was a drug addict.
“I feel as if I am being misread here, but if you’re [sic] gut instinct is to not see me then I agree that there is no point to continue. I would find it easy to ensure you that substances would not come into play when we are together, but I realize that doesn’t change things. …
ps. You’re not writing a book about online dating are you? ;)”
my dear readers (hi, do you exist?), it was cal’s postscript that sparked what oprah winfrey would call my a-ha moment. yes, it was then that i realized i should be writing down all my dating mishaps and misfires — if not in a book, then in a blog, daggunit.
“why,” you may be wondering, “should i care?” well, fine — you don’t have to care, grouchypants. if nothing else, though, this blog will be a place for me to dump all my funny, creepy, weird-ass internet-dating memories. because honestly, they’re growing too big and messy to keep packed neatly inside this brain. i need to share them and spread the (lack of) love.
