When I accepted the invitation for a third interview in Turks & Caicos, I already knew I was gonna take the job. My heart still wasn’t in it but I knew I’d be a fool to cave into stubbornness and dismiss this once in a lifetime opportunity. But I was still scared of committing to the unknown for two years.
In a city of eight million people, the possibility of running into him seemed unlikely. And daytime took him completely out of context. But as soon as my brain's facial recognition skills kicked in, I realized I was standing face-to-face with Mr. Weird Science project. My ego retreated. I couldn't even pretend to be normal.
Whiskey cures paralysis of the tongue, so I've discovered. I finally got the nerve to speak my truth; albeit a slightly inebriated version of the truth. But I made sure sex happened first. I'd be damned to let this "relationship" possibly fizzle without gettin' a little nookie beforehand.
So here I am, chronically single and forced to rely upon mere fate to find love in my natural habitat. And as bleak as on-line dating felt, the odds of meeting someone on my own seems, dare I say, hopeless. Cue the violins. Cue the single-itis. With OkCupid, at least I felt like I had an agent working for me, even if their representation sucked...
