We met late in the summer of 2013 at a mutual friend’s BBQ. Going to that wedding with him, made it very clear to me that I was in love with him. I don’t really know how to put our connection into words. I never really dated a guy that had similar interests as me, had similar style to mine, or that would be considered as ‘my type’. There was one thing that really struck me about him… Since we had so many mutual friends, it was the people around who adored him. You’re then in a constant power struggle for the upper hand in the relationship.
We were both in unhealthy, on & off, long term [and long distance in my case] relationships. We both knew the couple getting married so it wasn’t awkward. When I was around him I didn’t think about anyone else, I didn’t want to look at my phone, and I didn’t think about how the life I had known for the last four years was falling apart right under me. I was constantly being told how great of a guy he was and how much he was admired by people that I knew and trusted.“Elena, if you elope…I will cut you a fat check.” My dad was a wonderful man, but he had terrible luck with women. You decide to stay together because you are inconvenienced by the thought of starting over with someone new.
The effect of that nonchalant percentage of GPOY (read: “Gratuitous Pictures of Yourself”), slipped delicately between photos of painted toes and rooftop sunsets, the lot of it aglow with the addition of a skin-illuminating “Rise” filter, is one of rosy, mysterious appeal.
Granted, Instagram is a long-game, compared to, say, OKCupid.
But it lets straight people circle each other aggressively and unabashedly without having to be on a dating site.