“ 1. Yeah, we did it. I was drunk. 2. He texted me non-stop for two weeks. I responded to nothing. 3. I finally told him to back off with a lie about getting serious with friend. 4. He texted me again after that. I did not respond.
That’s What She Said - ew. Oh, god. I can think of far too many women who could have this same story (the getting drunk, the text barrage) and that’s only from what he told me of the twentyish fucks, most of them one-time-only, that he’s had in the last year and a half. It’s not the quantity that’s the issue; there will be no slutbaiting here. It’s the way he went about it, from what I hear: the sitting at home waiting for a girl to write a post, the immediate IM in response, the text if she doesn’t respond to that. All those nights I thought he was actually on a sweet date, maybe getting to know someone new I might even like to meet? He was just as likely at home, refreshing his Newsfeed, waiting for one of the roster of women he monitored to respond to this request for a drink. All that said, Sarah was really fantastic to meet, and for all that this medium accelerated emotional catharsis blah blah blah today, having it connect me to pretty much the exact right woman to have a drink with tonight made the predictable hand-wringing over “Internet oversharing!” almost irrelevant. Everyone else — why not go start a groupblog at dontfucknickdouglasagain.tumblr.com? That seems easier.
Melissa Gira Grant
I'm Melissa, and I write on the internet (lately, Gawker, Slate, and BlackBook). I live in Brooklyn; before that San Francisco. I am not sure if this is a real blog. I edit this box a lot.
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