A Social Experiment

November 20, 2009 at 5:08 AM (Happenings) (, )

[Read: I Was Bored And Under the Mild Influence of Alcohol…]

Not too long ago, I blogged about being lonely in Boston because all my friends had moved away after graduation.  Two posts ago, actually.  And yes, I linked to it.  Sue me.

Very shortly after that, my roommates and I were spending a quiet evening in, enjoying some wine . . . and some more wine.  Typically when this occurs we are more easily amused than usual, and perhaps a tiny bit reckless (but never to the point of waking up the next morning severely regretting the previous evening’s activities).

For whatever reason we were discussing the Cultural Reference Guru’s boyfriend’s roommate, whom we were betting included his delightful dog in pictures for his online dating profiles (we lead very, very exciting lives).  We were all so convinced, that the only reasonable course of action would be to hunt this man down on said dating site.  While the Guru began thinking of preferences that would include the chap in search results, I decided to fill out the personality profile, just to see who would turn up.  After five minutes wasted on Likert scale questions, I thought of a better way to spend my very valuable time: answer the same questions on a site that wouldn’t ask me for money.

I had seen various adverts in MBTA stations for PlentyOfFish.com, which promises to delete users who are unfit to date.  However, like most ads wallpapering mass transit stations, I had more or less blocked it from conscious memory.  However, a month or so earlier, a friend had mentioned that she’d actually met someone interesting on the site, and that had placed it back on my radar.

That moment, there with my roommates, a little on the unrealistically boisterous side, seemed like as good a time as any to sign up:

“Whatever, I have nothing better to do!  I’m signing up!”

My other roommate, the Globetrotter, saw the potential situation I was getting myself into and reacted accordingly:

“Wait, it’s free!?  Let’s do it!”

Another ten minutes of Likert scale questions later, the Globetrotter and I were supposed to draft our profiles.  We had to pitch ourselves to the masses of eligible singles.

Slap-happy drunk.  Clearly we were making our best and brightest decisions.

Way too much time later, I had set up my profile . . . 100% free of typographical errors.

Two minutes later, I had three messages.  It must have been the marabou-trimmed pirate hat in my picture.

. . . And after glancing at the hour, you’re going to have to check back later for all the fun characters who have contacted me so far.  It’ll be a good way to kill time.  Promise.

Tonight’s Tunes
Aha Shake Heartbreak, Kings of Leon
Only By the Night, Kings of Leon


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Today I Learned . . .

November 19, 2009 at 4:48 AM (Musings)

Today I learned that I have blog fodder. Stay tuned . . .

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Getting Reacquainted with Routine

November 10, 2009 at 3:35 AM (Musings) (, , )

It’s been a while since I’ve been able to depend on much anything in terms of normality around here.  Ever since my last semester, things have been all over the place for me.  Questions kept me up at night, and legitimate questions – none of this, “Omigod, WHAT am I going to wear to my job interview tomorrow!?”  It was more like, “Oh God, I hope I HAVE a job interview tomorrow.  My time line of questions went similarly as follows:

“Will I graduate this year?”

“If I graduate, what on Earth am I going to do once I get that hot piece of paper in my hands?”

“Oh my God, I have to convince someone that I’m worth hiring?”

“How am I going to do that?”

You should talk to the girl down the hall; I think you'd like her.  Lemme know if you find out why she's ordering all those colored plastic balls.

“I have to find a place to live?”

“I have to find another place to live on September 1?”

Eventually, all of these questions were matched up with mostly reassuring answers, but most of the summer was spent being unsure of just about everything.  Once life suggested that it could start settling down in September, I took a look around and asked myself what I could go back to that was normal.  Most of my friends from my graduating class (including my former roommates) had moved on to different states or hemispheres following graduation.   Those who remained at BU as underclassmen operated on an entirely different schedule than I did as an aspiring Corporate Barbie.  Since I stepped off the dance floor, many of my friends from that realm have moved on with their own lives, as well.  I was so eager to stay in Boston because everything I knew was here, yet somehow, even though I managed to land on my feet here, all those things I stayed for are gone (or at least the vast majority – I’m not totally alone).

It’s so surreal: I feel as though I’ve arrived just as I did a little over four years ago, but I don’t have the same means of making friends that I did before: no campus groups, no freshmen field trips, no class projects, no swarms of over-eager dormitories rushing to add everyone in the building on Facebook.  True, my office job is beyond fantastic and I enjoy the company of everyone in the office (honestly, too – I’ve not met a single person in the agency that I dislike, which is incredibly refreshing), but I’m still The Intern.  It’s not that I’m not permitted to address my superiors, but at the same time, I don’t know how I feel about approaching them for nonprofessional reasons quite yet.  Meanwhile, the kids at the coffee shop where I still work are all good people, and I wouldn’t mind grabbing a beer with some of them, but we’re all on different schedules (it being part-time and all).  That, and most of them are not of legal drinking age in this country.

What’s a gal to do?  I’m not stressing too much yet: I only just got rewired last week, and I am sure that there are still some people in Boston that I know and like.  I just have to dig them up.  In the mean-time, feel free to drop suggestions on how to reacquaint oneself with a suddenly foreign city!

Tonight’s Tunes
“Tengo la Voz,” Nortec Collective
“Chambermaid Swing,”  Parov Stelar
“Mariposa en Havana,” Si*Sé
“Con Mi Sombra,” S-Tone, Inc.
“Beatbox Cha Cha,” Ursula 1000
“Maria Jose,” Frederico Aubele
“Polaris,” Zero 7
“Sometimes,” Si*Sé
“En Mi Soledad,” Campo
“Tea for Two,” Pink Martini
“Moody,” Bitter:Sweet

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Today I Learned . . .

November 10, 2009 at 1:25 AM (Musings) (, )

Today, I learned that I do not like salt and vinegar potato chips.  However, it seems a waste to discard a newly opened bag . . .

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Time to Get Back Into This

November 8, 2009 at 1:32 AM (Miscellaneous)

Once again, I’ve managed to drop of the face of the blogosphere.  In my defense, I haven’t had Internet access since July.  Stuff happens when you change apartments.

A lot has happened since my last post, but only a couple of instances are worth noting: the above-mentioned, and that I’m working with a new PR agency in Government Center.  Both are pretty awesome.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, I suppose, but if that’s the case then why would you waste time reading this blog?), I’m at a loss for more remotely interesting words.  My goal tonight was to post on the blog, which I’ve done, albeit unimpressively.  Perhaps tomorrow I’ll actually post on a topic.  Stay tuned.

Tonight’s Tunes
“Faena,” Gipsy Kings
“Fuego,” Robert Michaels
“Costa Brava,” Armik

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