I've recently taken a chance with an online dating website
in hopes to find the man of my dreams. Mister perfect. The gallant that will
serenade at my window and take me away to some far away happy bubble land where
we will live ever-after. And he will tell me how amazing and beautiful I am
every single moment while bathing me in a thousand sunflowers and dark
chocolate M&Ms a day...
...Or to at least to meet somebody that will be more compatible
with me than the guy standing at the end of the bar, chugging his Budweiser and
high-fiving his fellow douche-bag friends. Four months and multiple failed potentials
later, I've realized that I just may have better luck with mister Budweiser
hi-fiver.
Although website dating is still fairly new to me, this
isn't my first time using the good ol' WWW to date. In fact, I find it much too easy
to date online now compared to my first online dating encounter when I was a freshman in high
school, at age 15. Match.com was just sparking around the globe, and
Matchmaker.com, the first online dating website, was bringing singles together
since the 80s. I can't imagine how long it took to find a true match off of dial-up Prodigy in 1980 something, but I'm assuming it wasn't as efficient as now.
Being a young teen and not ready to open an account and create a singles profile just yet, I stumbled onto a boy my age via a chatroom. Yes, a chatroom. A room where everybody and anybody can have a conversation until some adolescent thought it was funny to enter the room and hit the same buttons a thousand times. The only reason I know chatrooms exist today in 2013 is because my uncle still goes into them to cause chaos over topics such as sports, music, and politics. He'll
scream about the people in the chatroom for an entire week, as if he lost an
entire room full of friends.
My online dating experience was short-lived as a teen, but the effort was
more than posting a few pictures, throwing on a profile summary,
and wa-la, your inbox is full of possible dates. Mine took weeks of waiting,
phone calling, and finally meeting a month later. James, my first online date
encounter, decided to talk to me in a private chatroom, where we could
discuss more serious things, such as music and...whatever it is that 15 year
old teens discuss in private chat rooms. Had I copied and pasted the chat, it probably would've gone something like this:
James55: Hi ReneeDia! I'm hanging out with my friends. You
seem cool!
ReneeDia: Hi! And hi, friends of James55! You seem cool, too!
What are ya'll doing?
James55: Just watching some music videos on M2. We're gonna play N64 then walk
around Walmart.
ReneeDia: That's cool! I'm listening to some music in my
room. I'm so bored!
James55: Do you want to talk before we play videogames?
What's your phone number?
This was before texting. Before LOL's and WTF's. Before
people hesitated to pick up the phone and just talk. It feels awkward now to
actually dial a number and call somebody. As if talking on the phone is taboo
now that IMs and texts and Facebook chats have taken over our voices. Life, before
smart phones and super easy access to the internet, was challenging and fun.
Waiting for a phone call or a letter in the mail gave a sense of anticipation,
of exhilaration, that rarely occurs in an instant response-or-bust-world.
James calls.
We talk. And after a week of talking it was
time to discuss future plans, such as when we'd be able to sneak a peak of what
each other look like. This required some extra time. Was he worth it? Of course
he was! He was my first online dating lover ever! Somebody I'd meet for an hour and
wouldn't think about for the next fifteen years!
Sending pictures wasn't as easy as snapping a few photos, throwing
some cheap filters in to block out insecurities, and sending it a few
minutes later in hopes he likes what he sees. This required begging a friend to
take various pictures of me hanging out around my house with a Walgreens-bought disposable
camera. I sat on the floor, at my table, and on the bottom of my stairs.
I looked
left. *snap!*
I looked down, smiling a cute smile. *snap!*
I wrapped my arms around my chest,
looking in the distance in an unsure pose with a sweater on, a "My
So-Called Life" impression. *snap!*
I finished off the 24 exposure
roll with random shots of my dog, my mom, and my backyard and ran back to
Walgreens only to wait until Monday for my pictures to process. Waiting done, I include my three best pictures and a page
and a half letter with a seemingly nonchalant attitude, when in reality I
rewrote that letter three times.
His letter comes in the mail.
It's the same length as mine of scribble, and inserted is a single 4x6 picture. Shirt off, long blonde hair down just above his shoulders, and there's a flash from the mirror's reflection that leaves me thinking...I think I see
his face? I think he's hot! I'm in love! Mind you, about as in love as a teeny innocent teen can be.
We meet.
Two weeks later we finally meet in Austin. He's from Shertz,
Texas, and I'm on my way to Austin from San Antonio. My father drops me off
at the mall...along with my younger brother and neighbor, both overprotective boys. My two
bodyguards escort me to the entrance, where James is waiting for me. He's
just like in the picture, except...his heavy acne has his face sagging off his
skull, his long blonde hair's in knots and obviously hadn't been washed that week, and he's tall and lanky and awkward.
And I have an
hour-long romantic stroll around the mall with this thing.
Had I actually enjoyed James's company, I would've minded my
brother and neighbor peeking and sneering at every corner of the mall and every
store entrance. But James was not my type, whatever my type was half a lifetime ago. We had nothing to talk about except the
weather inside the mall.
After my first online dating experience, I vowed to never
date outside my visible surrounding area outside the web, until I became older and dating
potentials became scarce. How funny it would be stumble upon James again on a real
dating website. I should stalk his name and find out if we're compatible 15
years later. ;)