True confessions of an internet dating addict
I wouldn’t sleep with you on a first date, but I was a pretty sure bet for date Number Two. I obeyed the letter of my bottom lines, but never the spirit of recovery.
I found I spent so much time and energy fantasizing about future liaisons, that I wore a rubber band around my wrist to literally snap me back into the present.Slowly, the cycle of obsession, craving and withdrawal loosened its hold. The polar opposite of my usual married intellectuals and dropout rockers.My evening prayers no longer sounded like “God, please make him call me.” Then I met a divorcé my own age. I kept going to meetings, though, because I knew that if my life revolved around the relationship, I was going to suffocate it.If you ask me out, expect to meet me in a public place.Also, I will be checking in with a meeting buddy before I arrive, and again after I leave.