What My OkCupid Profile Would Look Like If I Were Painfully Honest
Online now… Jesus…
White (like mad white. I don’t tan, I have very dry, horrible skin…)
6′ 0″ (1.83m).
Skinny, with a rapidly expanding beer gut.
Lapsed Catholic, half-assed Buddhist
I think I’m a Virgo or something…
Useless English degree
Low-paying, no savings.
I hate cats and also dogs. Hate animals.
I just moved to Brooklyn and I have no idea what I’m doing with my life. I’d like to write a novel but have never written anything long and lack discipline/good work ethic. I am likely to die alone, undistinguished and bitterly dissatisfied, dreaming of these present days when I could have altered my fate.
What I’m doing with my life
I work for Thought Catalog. I drink beer every day, usually in the company of friends. I’m very happy to have more friends in New York and yet I feel inexplicably frustrated and dissatisfied on a regular basis, usually when I haven’t achieved orgasm in more than 24 hours. Sometimes, even after masturbating, I still feel terrible.
I’m really good at
Recognizing a problem/source of severe dissatisfaction and doing absolutely nothing to change things.
The first things people usually notice about me
I don’t know, no one tells me what they’re noticing first about me, what the hell kind of question is that? Someone’s going to meet you and then inform you verbally what the first thing they noticed about you is?? What if the first thing they noticed is that you have an asymmetrical, ugly-ass face? I don’t know…
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Depressing yet funny books. Stylish movies with graphic nudity. Don’t own a TV. Offensive, bass-heavy rap music. I don’t cook, I eat like bodega sandwiches and chips. I should be dead.
The six things I could never do without
I’m positive I’m “doing without” all 6 things I need at this moment, apart from food and water.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
“What am I thinking about right now…?”
On a typical Friday night I am
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I don’t know if anyone or anything can ever again make me feel consistently invested in a real-seeming reality with stakes and values and a discernible future about which I can be excited.
I’m looking for
Girls who like guys
For casual sex, long-term dating
You should message me if
You’re a hot, easygoing girl who’s into casual sex with superficially reasonably appealing but ostensibly burned-out loser 27-year-olds. Or if you’re “the woman of my dreams,” and you’d like to fall into a passionate, life-altering romance.
A | A | A
Will it feel the same when you tell me you love me over the phone? Will the peacefulness of those words still floor me from thousands of miles away?
I was conflicted. It felt like one eye was trying to look away while the other soaked it up. I felt the heat rise in my face. This was wrong. But it didn’t feel wrong.
Any nervous flyer knows the progression of descending panic: bile, sweaty palms, social awkwardness and self-induced sedation.
I know how it feels when the weight of darkness crashes down onto your chest in the middle of the night, and how you wish things would stop spinning because the axis seems tilted now. I know, love, I know.