I think my proverbial head has just vanished up the metaphorical rear end…
So I’m scanning through a comments thread on a random livejournal post this morning, and I see a strangely familiar face on a particular user icon. A furrowed brow glance later, I recognize it: a young lady I’d sent a few emails back and forth with on a dating web site a couple of months ago (who’d stopped writing back once I suggested talking on the phone.)
Not wanting to be a creepy vindictive stalker (is there any other kind of stalker…?), I nonetheless click on her userinfo… and find that this strange woman has two LJ friends in common with me. Clicking on her images, I find a picture of her sitting next to… a THIRD LJ friend of mine. All three of whom live in LA.
I always thought I’d have to start taking drugs before things like this happened to me. Los Angeles is… how big? And my LJ friends list is… how small? And there are… how many women in Los Angeles?
In light of this, I see the following possibilities as my only viable options:
1) Embrace the utter pathetic futility of my social life and hurl myself off the nearest freeway overpass,
2) Embrace the utter pathetic futility of my social life and lock myself in a practice room with a guitar and Echoplex for the next 5 years,
3) Turn off the fucking computer and meet some women offline.
Fucking hell…