So there I was, in my room after practice, with nothing on
but some basketball shorts, scrolling through Instagram…
Let me give you a briefing on this whole, ‘meeting a girl
on Instagram,’ thing. At first, I never thought too much of it. People who meet
each other on social media, RARELY have genuine intentions. It’s a pretty
shallow and narrow minded world for the most part. If one person is attracted
to another, they usually DM you and you’ll “talk” for a little bit, whatever
the hell “talking” consist of with those two people. Two weeks later, “talking”
is over, and you’re on to the next one. So many attractive people just being a
click away really makes this cycle never ending right? Single people should be
the only ones agreeing to this…
Knowing what people’s true desires are, when it’s stemming
from their social media, led me to take a concrete stand on, “I will never take
a girl seriously from Instagram.”
A quick little bird for you. Thinking you know who someone
is from their social posts is dangerous. Just because you’ve been following
someone for a while, and like what they post, and seem so, (however you want
them to seem) DOES NOT mean that’s who they are. Not even close.
Anyway, so around this time I followed people either
leading a motivational page, fitness enthused, inspirers, or people that made my
timeline more attractive, by my own personal standards of course. There’s
always levels to all of it - and that’s ALL it was, a simple follow, nothing
more.
So, the day I was in my basketball shorts. I was scrolling
down the discovery page, and a girl in a red Chicago Bulls tank top, with
slicked back hair and a ponytail swung around her shoulder, stood taking a mirror
selfie. Before you say, “big deal, I see this all the time,” I would say the
same, “Okay big deal,” but it enticed me to click on her page. Once I was there,
I felt compelled to follow her. Yeah that’s right, just follow her. Like I said,
it was nothing more. Her pictures were family oriented, fitness, health, fun,
and most importantly, the captions made me laugh. It was that sharp tongued
type humor that gets me every time. The witty, keep me on my toes, kind.
For the next couple of weeks, I found myself always
recognizing her posts and clicking on her page. I understood that I couldn’t believe
I knew the type of person she was just because she portrays it in her public Instagram.
However, the things she did portray, caught my attention.
It’s kind of funny looking back now, but in order for my
interactions with her Instagram posts to be noticed, I would wait until later
in the day/night after she posted a picture, to go and LIKE it. Why? Well usually
there’s a storm of LIKERS you’ll just be grouped with when the picture is first
posted, so if you wait a while, you’ll most likely be the only person popping
up on their notifications, leaving them to wonder… Ya you’re right maybe it’s kind of creepy.
ANYWAY.
After some LIKES were dished out to her from me, via my
thumb, she followed me back. Not so creepy now is it… or is it?
We shared a mutual connection before ever meeting each
other, talking to each other, or knowing a single thing about each other, we
liked each other’s pictures. You see how dumb that sounds when its placed in
front of you full frontal? ‘Hey, how did you guys meet?’ “Well we started
liking each other’s pictures on Instagram and one thing led to another…” I
suppose it’s getting more and more common every day.
I use to post pictures and compulsively search, or wait,
for her LIKE to pop up. The only way to explain this weirdness that was
controlling me is, that I just felt SOMETHING but I can’t really describe it.
It was like I needed to tell her that I think we’re best friends that never
met. Or that I laugh hysterically at your captions and meme’s every time you
post one. I needed to tell her that I know we don’t know each other at all, but
you’re my favorite people to follow on here. I felt like I needed to tell her
so many things, but I never would. I couldn’t go and message her when I KNOW
all this, ‘meeting someone on Instagram,’ is depthless and superficial. Plus, I
couldn’t be just another guy entering her DM’s, shooting my shot and the bad intentions
are implied anyway, when all I wanted to do was be cool with her. So I chose
the latter, and didn’t ruin our LIKE-a-thon we had going on.
A few weeks later, after neurotically checking her page, liking
her pictures and checking to see if she’s liked mine, out of curiosity of
course…. I wake up to roll over in my bed, check my phone, click on Instagram,
and see that I have a DM from her. WHAT. THE. FUCK.
How does this play out? What do we say? Where does it
lead? Is it weird? Find out next in part 3!
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