A Solicitation For More Friends
Before a few moments ago, I had every intention of beginning this post on how one may find comfort in learning how to make friends in a new city simply by reading a self-help book or finding articles online which, by the way, are quite daunting in number. I initially wrote that these resources almost always seem to cater towards millennials suggesting a new app to download. For a brief moment it seemed like a novel idea after researching upcoming local events only to realize that I would be going alone. Sure, going stag is not the end of the world nor would it be a difficult feat, one just secretly wishes to share the experience with some that would find it equally enjoyable. But as soon as the thought crossed my mind to try one of the suggested apps, I began to wonder if I classified as belonging to the coddled generation.
Dear lord…is it true?!
Unfortunately for me, the overwhelming majority of studies and leading research institutions have concluded that I do, in fact, belong to the most hated generation.
Welp. Not much I can do about why my parents decided to bump and grind in the early months of 1988. For posterity’s sake, let us assume it was the intoxicating power of Whitesnake’s ballade “Is This Love” that quivered their feathers into submission unto one another.
This unsettling thought did, however, let me stumble onto an interesting article by Patrick Hipp in which he attempts to reconcile his own frustration on the matter. One rather humorous thought was
We were fully formed adults by the time we got our first cellphones. That, by itself, is enough to separate us from the Millennial tribe.
Ha. I mean, I did get a cell phone during high school but it was shared with my sister who recently informed me she found out I was gay by reading a text I sent to a friend. SMH. I thought I was being sneaky. (What a loser I was.)
Welp…So, with all this in mind, I said, “F*** IT.” Why not supplement my stag outings and adventures with some random apps to find a few friends. And so I signed up for Skout, Zoo-something, Bumble BFF, and a few others. I went full force putting myself out there. Then came the time for me to write a little bit about myself to attract someone to notice me all within the 300 or less character limit. OH shiz… Damn, I hate this part and always never know what to say. Is it permissible to just list the things I do like?
Eventually that is what I did and, to my surprise, it worked! Ha. I got a few hits from both gay and straight individuals. And thank God, Gaia, Zeus, or any such entity, that I only had 1 unsettling meet-up with someone who turned out to be quite the drinker. (I had to call upon an existing friend to bail me out. Luckily he was already at the same venue. Phew!)
The new experience here was using these different apps for the sole purpose of making friends and trying to make some lemonade out of lemons. (Ha, lemonading! I sort of get it now. I can be a bad gay. This is even after watching Titus' feature on Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt.) And I am glad it turned out to be a great little adventure for myself. What is even better is that we have been checking off more new experiences! Hopefully I can get my act together and share them with you later this week. But for now, here’s to you Brynn and Dexter!
(Disclaimer: I do have friends in Houston. My intent with this endeavor is to find more friends to build a clique, or posey, to call my own.)