I met my wife at a party at her house. We weren’t married at the time, but we are now. My internet dating story is about the guy that she dumped for me.
His name is Andy, and I thought the time I picked her up to go out to the bars after their first date would be the last time that I would ever see him. But no, about a year later, my friend Jesse and I are on the internet, laughing at personal ads before we go out to get drunk. The last ad we saw was this meaty-hooknosed thing, and we laughed and we laughed and then we went to The Plaza, which is a bar. The bar is empty, and standing by the jukebox is none other than the girl whose ad we were just reading. Being halfway in the bag, we immediately went up to her and told her that we saw her personal ad, and that we thought it was awesome. Then we asked her if she was on an internet blind date, because we’d never met anyone who did that before. She gradually admitted that it was her, and that was what she was there to do.
No sooner than that, but who walks in? Motherfucking Andy. I said hey, because it’s not my fault that I’m the shit, and we talk, and I tell him about the internet girl, and then he goes over and introduces himself. She was his date.
Fast forward another year, Jesse and I are at The Plaza again. It is awesome. We are wasted. I see Andy again. Now he has his arm around one of my friends from High School. Her name is Julie. Julie is a lesbian. Andy does not know this. He only knows that Julie gets an uncomfortable look on her face, shrugs off his shoulder, and runs over to me and gives me a hug. After that, she ignores Andy.
Andy, I am the architect of your shame.
Anyways, this is how I feel about online dating. It is for people who are nice, but cannot catch a romantic break to save their damn lives. A few times after that, I ran into Andy again, but it was always the same. Seeing my face means that your masturbating tonight, Andy. So you may as well take this 8x10 of me and cut out the middleman.