Alaska dating reality show
I spent a month or two with Derek (names changed throughout), a legitimate maestro who was mostly a bartender owing to the shortage of symphony orchestras in the state.He had a hot tub and the kind of marijuana addiction that made him tack brightly colored carpet samples to a wall because he wanted something “cool” to look at while he was high.
In the four years I lived in Anchorage, I dated more than I probably will for the rest of my life.I worked too much to even consider dating when I moved back to New York, aside from a few great make-out sessions in the local Irish pub at closing time.By the time I moved to Alaska, I had been in a relationship without ever having been on a date.But most of them were just genuine guys trying their luck, which encouraged me to try my luck, too.In short turn, I soon realized that if I wanted to meet guys in Alaska, all I had to do was go outside.I was at my most independent while I lived in Alaska.
It was isolating at times, and I definitely listened to Grant Lee Buffalo’s “Happiness” on repeat in my driveway one night while crying into a large pizza for one, but when everyone you know lives 3,000 miles away, you can really amp up the dormant part of your hedonistic tendencies.
I got to Alaska the way most people do: Through personal trauma and a series of questionable decisions.
It’s where I ran after September 11; I was 24 years old, working for the United Nations, and exhausted by the fact that I had to pass through an endless series of security checkpoints every time I needed to pee.
I found out he was cheating on me with a woman who did reiki, and I’ve never felt better about punching a man right in the face.
I had a roommate in Ameri Corps, and enjoyed having sex with one of her co-workers, Paulo.
I was also the hostess at a pizza place, which was a breeding ground for sexual harassment from inebriated customers trying to cop a feel on their way from the bathroom back to the table where their wife and kids were sitting.