I’m continuing with the flashback sequences this week in honor of the series finale of “Lost,” and also because I deleted all of my online dating accounts a few days ago. Never fear, I have plenty of ridiculous tales from my OKCupid days stored in the vault, but I need to take a break from this “scene” because, frankly, it bores me. It’s a collection of the same archetypes contacting you over and over again. Case in point: yet another soul-searcher (insert link to SoulQuest 2010) on Capitol Hill who told me it “wasn’t in the stars for us” after one supremely awkward date. Oh, I’m crushed, unnamed Senator’s son. I’m so, so crushed.
But I digress. I’ve really been hating DC lately. Maybe that’s because I’m Broke Phi Broke until I find a job that pays cash money instead of with “experience wank wank wank,” so I can’t afford to go out with friends. Maybe it’s because I have ridiculously bad luck when trying to make new gay friends. Maybe it’s because, despite it’s many, many flaws, I miss the South, and I’ll probably be moving back there if and when I finish grad school. And yes, I already know what you’re thinking.