I met Sober Jake Jackoff in a chat forum for metalheads, of which I was not one, but I was writing for underground music magazines and if you interview people like Joey Shithead and Thor you will eventually find yourself in strange places.
Zoe is a Londoner who is currently living in Amsterdam for a year with her husband. Her days are spent reading, writing, and trying to decide if clogs are acceptable attire. In her free time she eats cheese, talks politics, and falls asleep watching films. She blogs at www.piclinegirl.com and tweets, some might say too often but she would say a regular amount, from @zoeparamour.
I opened my OkCupid inbox to find a kid in Top Gun shades calling me by my first name. “Is that you?” he asked. Being recognized on an online dating site felt a bit like my dreams of being naked in public. My instinct is to cover myself up but I know it’s too late; all my wobbly bits have been exposed to a street full of strangers in the harsh light of day.
When I met Harley, I was in love with someone else. I was always in love with someone else; a guy who made poor life choices and strung me along like a loose thread begging to be pulled. Names would change, but scenarios remained the same. This was what I was into. Needless to say, unrequited loving wasn’t exactly productive or beneficial in any way that mattered (read: between the sheets) so I took to online dating for more substance – if you can believe that.