Creepy Child in the City

I went out dancing last night at a party thrown by the local queer collective. Cold beers, hot queers, and booty shaking – now that’s MY idea of a good time.
Victoria is an amazing city. It’s not too big – a population of about 350,000 – and luckily for me, the queer community is about 60% women. So, it shouldn’t have been a surprise to me when I knew several women at this dance.

FROM THE INTERNET.

That’s right, friends. I am an internet dating star.

And not one, not two, but THREE of the women from last night I knew from online.

I’ve had an online dating profile for about a year now, and I have to admit, I feel totally awkward about it. I try to reclaim it – it seems like such a powerful act, going out and actively searching rather than being passive about meeting new people. I’m making connections! I’m using advanced technology! I’m a child of this new information age!
…But truth be told, all my experiences have been totally awks. Flirty online messages don’t always translate to real life chemistry. It’s just the way it is.

However, this being said, the masochist in me totally gets off on how making such socially awkward situations. I have cringe worthy stories out the ying-yang. What a geeky little kink.

So, I apologize to these three ladies if I put them in an uncomfortable situation.
… Especially last night where I creepily stared at them from across the dance floor. That’s what you get for putting yourself out there.