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I know what you're thinking: I was becoming a little unhinged.
Sure, I was succumbing to this phenomenon by hinging my mood on what this stranger was doing, but as always with these ambiguous interactions, I strongly believed that it couldn't mean nothing. While all of social media fulfills that weird need to a certain extent, allowing us to posture an embellished life for the approval of others, this connection—with a man, over things like throw pillows—was defying that clichéd dynamic at the heart of many heterosexual relationships: I want you to want to pick out paint colors.
(Maybe what Pinterest needs to do is populate its membership with approval gurus, fulfilling for women that sometimes fundamental need—something along the lines of South Park's shake weight for women?
) When it comes to the real humans I interact with, whom I'd consider relationships with, a certain degree of appreciation of those aesthetic talents is satisfying, but certainly not what I need most after all.
I realized that I was doing just fine in my life beyond Pinterest, and I wasn't lacking for any support from family and friends in those areas.
My Pinterest soulmate and I still enjoy a symbiotic relationship built on sharing on Pinterest, and I do find myself inspired by what inspires him.
I'd done it only a handful of times—a black bedroom to a friend pondering colors for her dated guest room, a litter of Bernese Mountain Dogs for another friend awaiting her puppy's arrival from the breeder, that kind of thing.
Now, I was opening my notifications with a tiny rush, and let me tell you, what he would send was spot on: Recipes I would totally try, even fashion-type stuff—sophisticated, sometimes foreign and obscure editorial spreads featuring unconventionally beautiful, very womanly models in artful vignettes, truly cool street style shots—that only served to confirm my hopes for this unreal relationship: this man would appreciate my cooking, is already acutely aware of my food tastes and wants to feed me, and would always appreciate, and be attracted to, my smart taste in clothing.
I opened the thumbnail and here was a nude, Eastern European model in stilettos splayed over a highway median in the desert.
It wasn't at all distasteful, but I thought, why would he send me this?
And certainly those I follow, who I gathered mostly for home and style inspiration and possibly a little dose of DIY ambition, skew almost entirely female.
I went to Pinterest to find mommies with perfectly decorated living rooms and creative taste in costume jewelry, so a guy seemed like pure novelty.
I was searching for more, craving the attention and yes, probably a little zany over the disappointment that the last (real) boyfriend wasn't going to be the one I'd marry—I was seeking solace in a domestic setting, but one that wasn't real.