Jane and Fox
Thanks Math Geeks!
In early 2009, a relationship I'd been in for about two years came to an abrupt end, and I found myself refreshingly single in the city of my youth. I'd been a member of OKC for a few years, but I'd only ever used the site to take tests and make a couple of long distance friends. It wasn't until recently that I decided to take a stab at actually meeting the people with whom OKC would match me. I met a few interesting-ish guys, but they all turned out to be wussy or clingy or overly emotional or overly physical or (THE WORST) easily offended, none of which are traits I look for in a mate. After several unimpressive and unsuccessful "dates", I received a message in my inbox from a sunglasses-at-night-wearing all-caps-using tard-o-matic who somehow managed to make me smile with his first attempt at contact, so I decided I'd give him a shot. What was the worst that could happen? All the norms had ended up being total creepazoids anyway. He didn't mind that I showed up drunk when we finally met for lunch, and we bonded over our mutual love of firearms, our propensity for making inappropriate comments (about D), and our lack of herpes. I couldn't be happier that I decided to meet him, because he's turned out to be one of the most charming, funny, pretty, and generally attractive people I've ever met in my life, and I love him.
I joined OKC several years ago because it's a really cool place to
take entertaining tests and sometimes meet really cool people that
share my interests. I made a pen-pal in Sweden, and met a singer who I
now play music with regularly. Over the years I went on a few dates
and even had a long-term relationship or two. Now and then I come
across people I already know.
One day I saw a girl who seemed really... intelligent and funny and
confident and gorgeous. Our match percentage was quite high; as it turns out, match percentage actually seems to be a fairly accurate measure of compatibility.
Thanks, OKCupid math geeks and/or StaffRobot! In this case, the
numbers didn't lie in the slightest. I asked her out, we ate falafel
together in Pioneer Square and spent the afternoon wandering and
talking. It turns out we're both pretty weird in similar and quite
complementary ways, and I don't know that I've ever met anyone I get
along with so well. As that still rings true, I call this a success