Buckle up, my friends, because this is a love story.After a year of online dating all of you know I was spent.For about four years, Meca and Anthony were digital friends on Facebook, but they never really had much contact with each other.Since Meca was divorced, she spent time on online dating sites looking for someone special to date.“There are no bad pictures; that’s just how your face looks sometimes.” Abraham Lincoln I’ve never told a dating story like this one.It’s not about a disastrous but hilarious encounter, nor is it a tale of another “really great guy” who had everything I was looking for except that indefinable chemistry.Both Meca and Anthony shared a lot of mutual friends on Facebook.The two even attended offline events at the same time twice, but never actually met in-real-life (IRL).
And now, as we speak, I'm breaking in some exciting new shoes just waiting to travel the world (or at least the inside of a workout room).Is it only the truly desperate still showing up on my app? (Currently hiding my profile as I type this.) And you should see my toes.My polish is so chipped it’s shameful but I can’t even bring myself to get a pedicure with the choices I’ve seen lately.‘Tis the season and all that but sometimes there’s not enough Christmas cheer to prevent a single woman from reaching a level of frustration that cannot be cured with a Santa sugar cookie or the work of art that is Bergdorf Goodman’s holiday window displays.There’s only so many times one can swipe left (brimming with seasonal joy) and hope that the next guy, the next photo, will be Now I don’t mean THE ONE, the one. Do the holidays bring out the crazy in all the digital daters?