Poem about dating a writer
Several men gave me their phone numbers, even though they had never seen a photo of the real me. My profile contained two photographs of Dickinson, the only two in existence, although only one has been authenticated. Her Ok Cupid pictures did not include images of her cavorting on beaches. But my real Ok Cupid profile projected that image as well.
There were no boob-squeezing selfies or come-hither stares. So why was Emily Dickinson succeeding at online dating to a much higher degree than I ever had?
I kept reposting the images anyway, and people kept reporting me. Eventually, I got tired of this merry-go-round and added a disclaimer to my profile: That seemed to help, although several people told me that the disclaimer made the whole thing “less funny.”But even with all the haters, Emily was not hurting for suitors.
She was, in fact, an unlikely star in the online dating scene. Once I left the house for an hour and came home to find seventeen messages in my inbox. I wanted to respond, at least once, to every message I received, but it quickly became a full-time job.
It was obvious that she didn’t fit in with the cool kids. At first, I found it curious, but after a while, I realized that Emily’s experience was merely an extension of the Ok Cupid experience in general. When we create a profile, we’re projecting a certain type of image. Well, she was famous, for one thing, and dead for another. Men do tend to fetishize famous dead women, especially if the woman in question has a head full of neuroses. If most modern men met these women in real life, they would call them crazy, but somehow, in the safety of death, they become worthy.
People are drawn in by that image, and then they create their own fantasy on top of that. Maybe this wasn’t your run-of-the-mill Ok Cupid projection about a real-world woman.
Instead, I stand at the window and lower it down to them in a basket. Well, technically, Jane Austen was the zombie killer, not Dickinson, but close enough.
Here we were, two modern, educated women, and we had spent nearly two hours talking about our romantic relationships! Putting on my big-girl feminist cap, I said, “You know, there have been a lot of talented, amazing ladies, throughout history, who never coupled off.
I didn’t want to be the sort of woman who spends her entire life talking about boys.
Emily Dickinson, for example.”Emily Dickinson has long been my go-to gal amongst my single lady heroes.
She was a virgin, unmarried, and a recluse, but, man, was she talented.Grab a pen and follow these instructions, and you will be able to write a romantic poem for a girl.