A friend and I were discussing the single life in Charlottesville yesterday, and we decided that the one complaint we hear the most frequently is that people can’t be “anonymous.”
It’s not that our friends don’t want to be known. It’s that our friends wish to be selectively anonymous.
“Oh him? He’s a player. I mean, you could be the one for him, but…”
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The most often-cited problem is “hooking up.” In Charlottesville’s social scene, six degrees becomes two degrees, and reputations happen fast. People tend to try for objectivity when sizing up the opposite sex, but it’s impossible to ignore a history.
“Let me know if something opens in your office. But if my boss finds out I’m looking, I’ll die.”
Like promiscuity, professional infidelity can be harmful to a reputation– but worse. In a city with limited job opportunities and a “reply-all” option, cVillains need to be careful about who they trust and how they go about changing jobs.
“Oh. I was just… in a hurry.”
Seeing and being seen is great when I’m a cVillain at OXO on Saturday, but not so great when I want to run to the grocery store in pajamas and no make-up. Do I do it? Yes, all the time. And do I get caught holding TP and drain cleaner (or worse…) by a coworker or guy I’m interested? Yes, often.
My advice is to live and let live. Is it so bad to date around, look for a better salary, or pick up prescriptions? Not at all. But if you have a hard time with anonymity, I know how you feel.
What are your anonymities?
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was just talking about this with a friend at C&O last night. It’s not at all hard to be anonymous in Charlottesville - just go someplace new.
I looked around C&O, and apart from my friend and the band (awesome jazz guitar there on Tuesday nights at 10), I didn’t recognize anyone in the crowd.
Last time I went into Kiki, someone I didn’t know joked that he was sitting in my regular seat.
We make our own level of anonymity, and I’m thinking I need to make a bit more of mine.
tear ;(
hope it’s not on fridays that you decide to be more anonymous
I for one, as often as I can, date outside the community. Sure the drive to Staunton, or even Richmond sucks, but never having to run into that nightmare date or that girl you never got around to calling back (for whatever reason) while toasted at Blue Light is priceless. Just get yourself a good wing-man, hop in the car and go. With the demise of Starr Hill, a trip to Toad’s Place is the only way you’re going to see some of the great acts out there, so kill two birds with one stone.
tear ;(
hope it’s not on fridays that you decide to be more anonymous
I’ll wear a disguise - I’ll be the one in thigh highs and heels…