If you follow my Facebook, Twitter, and Google+, you may already know that I bruised a rib this weekend. You might be wondering why I’m not making a comic about that and chose to make a comic about a dead website instead.
There are three reasons. One, to give my rib some time to heal, I decided to stick with a script that wouldn’t be very drawing intensive. Two, the Nice Guys of OK Cupid Tumblr and the discussion surrounding hit me personally, forcing me to confront an embarrassing part of my past. Three, I’m worried these comics won’t be well received, so I can always blame it on the pain meds making me goofy.
I’m also worried that panel four comes across as a little douchey, but as I mentioned in Weekends With Carl, there weren’t a lot of available women when I was growing up. There weren’t a lot of people, period. I grew up in a town of about 600 people. I went to a college that was relatively small. I spent two years of my life in a town of about 100 people. It’s a difficult environment to date in. By the time I moved to Minneapolis, an area where I had a better chance of meeting more interesting people, I was overwhelmed. I had no idea how to meet anyone, let alone date them.
I’m not saying that it’s only reason I was single, but it was a major contributing factor.