I've been there. And I've done that. Worked out with my ex-boyfriend's mom. Sent cranky text messages about a friend to the friend that had made me cranky. Sang the wrong verse at mass-- and sang it loudly and proudly.
And this morning, I have taken awkwardness to infinity and beyond.
As many of you know, of all the Catholic dating websites I was registered for earlier this year, I've kept open only one-- Catholic Match, for the sheer pleasure of raising my blood pressure to astronomical heights everyday when I peruse their forums.
But it's ok. I branded myself with the ***No longer seeking*** disclaimer at the top of my profile.
Because hello. My man is making me dinner tonight. Why would I seek elsewhere?
Thanks to my job with the Catholic Herald, I find myself out and about often enough. There's been a few times I've seen some guys on Catholic Match that I've interviewed, or met on assignment. Times some guys I recognized from my alma mater Marquette have shown up in my bucket of matches.
And then there was the time that this guy, who at the very least can be described as a one time very, very close friend in the not so distant past, checked me out on Catholic Match.
Maybe this doesn't sound so awkward to some, but considering the fact that:
a. This guy knows me well enough to not need to check out my Catholic Match profile
b. For the next few months every time I log in I am going to have to view his name and photo on my home page and be reminded of our all too awkward history
c. I, at one point in time, thought this gent was the cat's meow and would have been celebrating with ridiculous glee at such an occasion
It is awkward enough.
Do I believe he looked me up purposely with romantic notions? Um no. Of course not.
But that fact that his cyberspace equivalent and mine have met...awwwwkward.
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