"I'm so happy to finally find you"

What would we do without search engines or Facebook to find people? I do not even know how we used to “find” each other. The old fashioned way was probably through the phone book. Or maybe people just waited 10 years for their high school reunion to reunite. The Disbeliever and I reunited in high school after over 10 years since we met in pre-school. I saw my friend (who is also her friend) saying bye to each other. We did not have the Internet to link us up! The Internet is a quite the cheating strategy to stalk people. I can’t imagine any other simpler and quicker way other than typing a person’s name in Google and finding all their contact information and probably their social security number.

But searching for someone on the Internet is not so easy for everyone. I know someone who wanted to get in touch with a girl from high school for months. Here’s how the hunt happened.

Some girl would run every day on two particular main roads. Strategy: look at the high school yearbook to get her name. Then search for her in Facebook. Nothing. Search for her in Google and all that shows up are race results, not her Facebook account. Another fail. Approaching her during her run was out of the question. Too shy. She probably would not stop to chat anyway. That’s too creepy. After months of searching online on Google, the runner posted on the New York Road Runner’s (NYRR) wall, which is a public page. Her comment showed up on Google and the persistent stalker commented on her wall post on NYRR, saying, “I’m so happy to finally find you. I would love to get in contact with you. We graduated together from CHS. Please contact me.”

I contacted her. She is lesbian.

Yes, this did just happen to me. At first, I was touched that Bev said that I inspired her to run because she always sees me running past her house. Now Bev lost a lot of weight (she was 200 pounds) and quit smoking and cut back on drinking. She thanked me. I felt like the running Oprah. I was touched that I had that effect on her and I was very impressed with her persistent searching, even though I find it stalkerish. Bev registered for a half marathon in April, which is not wise because she just started running. She asked me to help her train. I can’t say no to a runner, so I agreed. After numerous emails I decided to just add her on Facebook because it would be easier to talk. We started chatting about running…and what she said actually made me want to run away.

Bev: are you married?

Me: nooooooooo

Bev: hahahaha nooooooooooooooo

Me: I love being single

Bev: I’ve been single for a very long time

Bev: I’m gay but it’s hard for me to find someone

Me: yeah I can’t find a guy either (Notice that I mentioned that I dig males right away!)

Bev: I can help you out

Bev: what’s your type?

Me: I don’t really have a type

Me: actually I prefer athletic, college grad, not shady, accent, adventurous, fun, and be an import

Bev: import?

Me: foreigner

Bev: lol I’ll see what I can do

Me: ok just send em over. I’m not in a rush though

Bev: you got it. Damn I don’t even remember when my last date was

(Awkward!)

Bev: how long was your last relationship?

Me: 11 months. It’s the longest I’ve ever had.

Me: Every guy that I’ve dated ran away at 11 months. I call it the 11-month syndrome.

Me: They get afraid because they think I want to get married after one year of dating.

Bev: I like to have toy friends

Me: ?

Bev: I like to play for a little bit

Bev: Toyfriend is a song from David Guetta

Bev: it’s a good running song

Me: ehhh I like to run to Enrique and Lifehouse

Bev: lol

Bev: I’ve dated a guy once. Don’t ask me how that happened lol

Bev: things were fine until one day when he was on top of me

Bev: and one thing about me… don’t try to control me

Bev: cuz my man side comes out lol!

(At this point I stopped talking because it was TMI, but then I said that I’d reply for the good of the blog.)

Bev: I’ve tried speed dating

Me: I want to do that. How was it?

Bev: it was not bad, but they’re too quick. I didn’t find the right person

(I stopped talking.)

Bev: want to meet up tomorrow for a run?

I never responded and she signed off. I felt so nasty when she told me that she was lez. I kind of figured she was lez in high school. I need a new running trail now! This means I can’t wear sports bras anymore! Ewwwwwwwwwww she saw me half naked! I am soooo disgusted! She probably took pictures of me.

I have nothing against homosexuals in general. I am just bothered when they hit on me! I have the wrong sex hitting on me! I love Bev’s determination to find me, but it is too creepy! She looked in our yearbook for me and just did not give up hunting me down. I wonder who else is trying to find me! (My advice is to periodically search your name on a search engine and delete any links to your accounts if you don’t want people stalking you!) Good thing I am super private on Facebook.

I do not know if I should help a fella runner out, or act distant now because she is gay. I feel mean doing that though. If she were not gay then I’d definitely run with her. But I just don’t feel comfortable running with her knowing that she is lesbian and is probably looking at my boobs flapping.

If only she were a guy with that persistence. I can easily get a lesbo, but I can’t get a guy! Gary, the guy I wrote about in my last blog who was supposed to call me for a blind date, never called. Is this what my sex life has come to? Lesbians?

What is your advice for me? Should I follow through and run with her? Should I tell her how uncomfortable I’d feel? Or should I just run with the fact that she digs me?

Keepin’ it real,

    Realist