Today my dignity sacrificed itself on the altar of my ego. I joined a dating service.
I know I know. There's something so contrived and artificial about it, not the natural, organic process of glimpsing someone across a crowded train station and falling instantly, madly in love, blah blah blah.
Here's the thing, though: After last thursday night with Scott the Wonderscott, I realized what it was I'd been missing out on all these years. For the first time in my life, really, he gave me a taste (quite literally!) of how the rest of the world lives. Now that I've glimpsed the promised land, I'm less content to just sit here and wait for a messiah to bring me out of the darkness. Before I didn't really know what I was missing. Now that i do, i find i'm much less patient, and i flat out REFUSE to spend the next three years like I've spent the last 9, miserable and alone. Given my rediculous schedule, I just don't have the time or means to hang around in coffee shops and hope some tall, shaggy, intellectual boy sits down next to me and asks me what I'm reading. Not gonna happen. So I've decided I must take a more (please forgive me for using this word) proactive role in my love live. I need to meet people, that's all there is to it. And this dating service seemed like a pretty decent means of doing so. So there you go. I've done it. You may now proceed to take the piss.