I’ve been meeting people from Twitter in my first months in New York City. New York is a social city, and I have a big but mysterious platform on Twitter, so some of my followers are interested in saying hi and learning more about who I am. The vast majority of the time these meetups are not dates, but sometimes one person wants them to be and that’s okay. X is a beautiful name for an online dating site and it’s okay for dating to be asymmetric. Love is asymmetric until it isn’t.
An experience that I’ve now had twice is someone on Twitter thinks I’m a girl and wants to go on a date with girl coldhealing. I’m not a girl, and I only occasionally pretend to be one on my Twitter, but people still get confused sometimes.
DATE 1
On my first week in New York I got a message from someone I didn’t follow who wanted to meet up. He repeatedly insisted “this is not a date”, but he protested a bit too much in a way that revealed further intentions. Before we met up, he talked about how much he vibed with the coldhealing vision, and how he wanted me to attend his New York dinner parties. He sent some selfies and some photos of his parties. We planned to get drinks after work, and he said he might take me to his work holiday party afterwards.
I told him I was male when he was on the way there, because I was interested in meeting him but didn’t want it to be awkward in person. When we got there, he told me that he doesn’t drink unless he’s on a date, which was funny because he had invited me for drinks and said it wasn’t a date. We had non-alcoholic cocktails at a fancy hotel bar in Manhattan and he paid for them. Honestly, he was really nice. He asked me lots of questions about the Midwest, about my career, about my plans for New York. He had a lot of takes on my tech-adjacent female Twitter mutuals. I did not end up going along to his holiday party, and I haven’t received any invites to his dinner parties.
DATE 2
The fault for this one going so badly is on me because I didn’t pay enough attention to what was happening. I’d been in New York for a month now, and I received a direct message asking if coldhealing does West Village coffee dates. I love walking around the West Village so I said yes. I skimmed over the word date in his message without really internalizing the implications. I was honestly more struck by the implications that I was a celebrity, because he used “coldhealing” instead of “you”. He seemed really excited to hang out, telling me about a novel he was writing, and I love talking about writing with people I meet because I feel like we both can learn a lot from each other.
I had a few other things planned that morning so it was an early meetup. He’s a busy tech worker, so he sent me a screenshot of his calendar booked for “Theoretically Wholesome Coffee Date With Coldhealing” which also should have once again clued me in that he thought this was a date with a girl. But I was trying to coordinate many other things I had planned for the day, so I just looked at the calendar time window he had set and saw okay cool I have time to get to my next thing.
I go to the West Village coffee shop on a Saturday at noon. There’s a guy who I think is him sitting towards the front of the shop checking his phone, but he doesn’t give me any signs of recognition when I walk up to him. I don’t say hi because I’m not 100% sure it’s him, and I think it’s weird because he had read my message that said I was almost there and what I was wearing. I go up to order a coffee to see what happens, and the guy walks out and a few minutes later I get a twitter DM that he had a “work emergency” and we’d have to reschedule. I hit him with an “okay” which he never replies to, despite his previously high enthusiasm for hanging out.
I don’t want this to be about specific individuals, which is why I’m not writing anything that identifies these two people. There’s no ethical wrong committed by either. But these meetups happened to me too, not just them, and they made me as an individual feel discardable to people who purported to want to be friends. Not catastrophically discardable, but enough to where I think I’m allowed to write a Substack about it and be a tiny bit mean.
My dates knew the coldhealing account enough to want to spend time with it in person, with potential for more if it went well. That sort of attachment towards girls on the computer is well-chronicled. But I’m literally not a girl, and so the attachment they formed wasn’t even directionally correct. They were grasping their perception of an online image that wasn’t close to real, and not even what I was trying to present as real.
These were both smart people who will do great things in their lives, and they have busy schedules. But as they look for love they’re still jumping at images online, at the idea of dating a highbie Twitter girl who can make silly but gentle jokes about product managers. In small and responsible ways, quick dates for coffee and drinks, but still. I think all three of us are going to make it, but let’s try to be kind and perceptive and forgiving as we work towards it.
Howling at this, keeeeeeek what a time to be alive
I’m so confused. It’s been a while since I lived in NYC, but last I checked there was a really wild male to female ratio that made things fairly easy for hetero males. How can these guys be so desperate and strange? I would like a deeper investigation into this strange paradox!