The most amusing thing about the past couple of weeks was finding out that I was in the other week's Time Out NY. It made my finals crunching time, when Hani, the coolest guy I haven't officially met yet, broke the news. I squealed for a sec (on the inside, natch) and told everyone online at like 3am before heading back into the work abyss. In the midst of all of last week's silliness, I had forgotten about it.
Two nights ago at a party this kid comes up to me. I've been increasingly friendly with him as school drew to a close. That's the way stuff always goes. There's something about leaving for good/going away for a semester that had Wes boys all up in my face suddenly when I could've been a pothole in the ground any other time. Absence makes the heart grow fonder -- or rather, the lust swell. Like everything, I was playing the whole thing neutral. I've said before that I'm pretty much over the guys here, for reasons that leave neither side without some blame. I saw his interest and I chose to do nothing because deep down, I didn't actually care. And like every punk ass Wes boy, he couldn't get past the initial chatting stage. Screw him. My helping out the gameless days are waaay over.
Anyhoo, a friend of his had come up here for graduation with a copy of the magazine. He's an ex-Wes kid, so he thought I had looked familiar and told my boy so. He naturally recognized me and was shocked/surprised/curious to find that I was in the Personals section as apparently the Hot Personal of the Week or whatever and he decided to ask me about it. What did I do? Shrug it off, natch. Oooh, I'm busted...I don't give a fuck, man. Everyone, their mama, and their hot friends should go join up. Why? Because not only is it a fun way to meet people that you've already established you've got things in common with -- or at least interest in -- but it works. Last summer's fun and debauchery owes everything to Spring Street via Nerve (or you can go via TWoP if being in the company of those self-proclaimed hypersexual folks freaks you out). Personal track record: an ex, a fling, an in-town "friend," 3 real buddies, and countless others who I chat with even nothing ever got off the ground. The internet...not just for deranged sociopaths anymore. Young, single, fun, and urban people can get down with that too. Thus ends my plug...except to tell you to join Friendster. I want more friends and testimonials.
Posted by Candicissima at May 26, 2003 07:21 PM