Dating Chronicles: It’s a small world after all

They were high school buds….

They were high school buds….

There have been a few certain times in my life where I have had the ‘jaw-dropping’ moment in where I am so shocked and in awe of how small our world really is. My world currently is Toronto. This is the largest city in all of Canada. There are millions of people who live here from all over the world. If it’s a small world here, imagine how small of world it is in a city where the population is a mere 76,000 people – this includes the surrounding area. I miss living in a small town – my hometown in New Brunswick. It’s nice in some ways – the kind of  ‘where everybody knows your name’ kind of way (cue the Cheers tune). It is also bad in some ways. Imagine dating a guy who your friend’s friend friend has dated 10x over.

But I digress, it is certainly not just the small towns that have this kind of problem. Let me let you in on a few things that have happened to me recently that are just too weird not to write about.

A few years ago, I found myself very uncertain of what I wanted to do. I was working in the communications field but I didn’t really know what path I wanted to take. I went to visit my aunt in Petawawa, ON and developed a newfound love for the military. Well…I should be honest, I think I found myself more in love with going to the gym on the base and seeing all of the guys pump iron like it’s their day job….it was their day job. I met a guy there and continued to visit my aunt with a slight excuse to see him. After time, my best friend gave myea swift knock to the head and I traded in my dreams of army boots for a shiny pair of stilettos. I moved to the city and never spoke to ‘Army Guy’ ever again. He was awesome and wherever he is, I wish him all of the best. That being said, I recently went on a date with someone and this is where the weird part comes in. The ‘New Guy’ looked so much like ‘Army Guy’, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was thinking brothers or cousins at the very least. I asked him his last name and it didn’t match up. Some how through conversation Petawawa came up. I mentioned ‘Army Guy’ and how he looked so much like him. To my surprise, ‘New Guy’ dropped ‘Army Guys’s’ name after I told him of the resemblance. PICK JAW UP OFF OF FLOOR MOMENT. Turns out they were good friends growing up. Okay so just to recap, I randomly meet ‘New Guy’ in a city with millions of people who then tells me he was good friends and grew up with someone who I had a quick fling with years ago. It’s a small world after all.



That’s kind of crazy but I’m just starting…

The Roomate
A year ago I started talking to a guy online. Our text messaging soon graduated to phone calls and before you knew it, we had our first date lined up. We met at a piano bar on Queen West and had a great time. He dropped me off sans kiss which I thought was very gentleman of him. He wasn’t a gentleman in the text messages he would send… He later sent me a message saying that he wish he would’ve made the move. Too bad so sad. I later travelled home to New Brunswick and during the 2 weeks I was home visiting, we lost touch. About 2 months later, I started dating another guy. He was awesome. I really liked him. He was cute, funny, smart, and above all nice. I really started to like this guy – after all we were chatting over the holidays. Everyone starts to get those ‘feelings’ during this time of year.

He kept talking about his roommate and I started to notice some similarities. Same dog name, same background, same job…. I became friends with my new found crush on Facebook and before you know it, I was doing the token Facebook creep. There straight infront of me on my computer screen was the guy I was seeing and his best friend and roommate – piano bar date and non-gentleman texter.

So basically dating karma is saying – “no Erin. You cannot catch a break. Diamond rings and cozy nights in watching the latest NHL game just aren’t in the works for you.”  I never really spoke again after I told him about how I randomly dated his roommate. I guess there is something awkward about the whole situation. Typical men…

So the moral of the story is that no matter how big or how small a city is, there is always a chance that you will know someone who knows someone who knows someone. Despite the millions of people who live in Toronto, I have managed to date roommates and not know it as well as a set of high school buddies. It’s a small world after all.


One Response to “Dating Chronicles: It’s a small world after all”

  1. Good lord. I could have told you that.
    I’ve lived in Toronto all my life and MORE THAN ONCE wished I could move the hell out of this city. It is a small world and digital seems to make it smaller…

    I don’t know how you ladies do it. I don’t think i would be good at dating in this day and age.

    Posted by ChristinePantazisDotCom | February 27, 2014, 7:32 am

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