Julia Allison is ronery, so ronery, and writing her book (ha, ha, ha). But she can’t stop discussing (mostly with herself) “romance.” From the first of FIVE posts, this one cribbing from the old raunch herself, Ali Shanti:
I haven’t really “started dating” officially yet – if you can believe it. I’m waiting until my book is finished (so that means February or March, earliest) … but I realize that the world of dating I will re-enter actually feels like a very different world from the one I left when I left New York in 2010, really the last time I actively dated in the real world (dating on a reality tv show is not dating, my friends. It’s acting.) I’m nervous and excited, actually. I am so different than I was then, and San Francisco feels so different than New York (or, shudder, LA). I sense great possibilities. And yet, as I read this article in Thought Catalog this morning, I feel into the truth of this infinite paradox of choice. When will we be satisfied? It’s a topic I’m excited to delve into more deeply in 2015.
“We don’t commit now. We don’t see the point. They’ve always said there are so many fish in the sea, but never before has that sea of fish been right at our fingertips on OkCupid, Tinder, Grindr, Dattch, take your pick. We can order up a human being in the same way we can order up pad thai on Seamless. We think intimacy lies in a perfectly-executed string of emoji. We think effort is a “good morning” text. We say romance is dead, because maybe it is, but maybe we just need to reinvent it. Maybe romance in our modern age is putting the phone down long enough to look in each other’s eyes at dinner. Maybe romance is deleting Tinder off your phone after an incredible first date with someone. Maybe romance is still there, we just don’t know what it looks like now.”
WTF? That poor damn dog! And no, I do not want to cuddle with those pelts, that gaping maw, that wide stance!