After the fall of My Space, I eventually created my Ok Cupid account.
I really got into the quizzes that members could take. Ok Cupid prides themselves on the ability to match people based on responses to their surveys.
Both of our investigations were watched by millions of people.
It was the talk of radio and cable television shows for weeks.
His grades slipped and he became withdrawn and depressed.
Teachers noticed that he was struggling, but never thought to inquire as to why his behavior had gone from upbeat and enthusiastic to depressed and disengaged.
In one class, Sam forgot an an assignment, and the teacher gave him two weeks of detention. He desperately wanted to tell people what was happening, but because of his declining grades and withdrawn behavior, there were few welcoming sources of support.
Then he'd found me—a woman he might want to have a real relationship with. "Please," he begged, "give me another chance." I hesitated. I'd planned to merely dip my toe in the water, but instead, I cannonballed right in.
I remember the first e-mail I received from Jamie; it wasn't exactly poetic. Looking back, it's hard to believe what that simple line would lead to. At the time, I was nearing 30 and working as a secretary at a big investment bank in New York City—not exactly the fulfillment of a lifelong dream. So I checked out his profile immediately, but wrote him off just as fast—he lived in the Midwest and, more importantly, hadn't posted a photo. He persisted and e-mailed a few snapshots, along with a note. But it was at night that our talks really picked up steam. Paul's reaction mirrored that of my friends, sisters, and parents, so I clammed up. I was working in a dead-end job, watching my friends get married one by one, and kissing my 20s good-bye, having apparently missed the "Saturn Return," that astrologically significant period that occurs between the ages of 28 and 30 and is supposed to be marked by accomplishment, power, and prestige.
Turns out he was reasonably cute, and really funny. This went on for a couple of weeks until I said, "So, do you want to come to New York for a date? I canceled evening plans more than once just so I could go home, change into my pajamas, and curl up in bed with the phone. At some point, I again broached the subject of meeting with Jamie.
Very rarely was anything of substance shared there and more or less, everyone had the same opportunity to meet and connect with others.
The interactions were unique because of the anonymity given by using My Space.