Lost in Manhattan: SnapChatting Your Way to Internet Fame (Or Just To Secure A Date)

, by Zoë Gulliksen

"He called me Daisy! This has got to mean that he loves me."- Meg

During her last semester at Columbia last Spring, my friend Meg fell in love with her "Military & History" seminar professor, whom we'll call simply call "The Professor". He is a 29 year old native New Yorker with a slight beard that wears tweed jackets and often made 'Indiana Jones' references during class. Meg wound up spending a significant amount of time in his office to talk about papers and became obsessed with him. One day in April 2012, they ran into each other at the Intrepid (aka she stalked his Twitter page & saw he was going that day) where they had a lovely afternoon together. He even paid for her dinner and walked her back to her apartment. 

For weeks they exchanged casual emails on topics such as their favorite history books and movies. She tried to coax him out for another outing but he reasonably refused. However, one night they agreed to grab a quick meal at a food truck and ended up walking in Riverside Park well into the night where an inevitable kiss occured. After that their days were full of sneaking glances during class, arguing over the ethics of their relationship, and going out for late night dinners away from campus. However, The Professor was always in fear of getting caught and finally ended it their relationship right before finals. 

This caused broken hearted Meg to fail his final exam horribly (out of sadness and a bit of resentment I gather). This prompted him to beg her to secretly retake the exam so that he didn't have to fail her for the class. She agreed, but only if he would give her a recommendation for a job position at the college she was applying for. Out of desperation he agreed but seemed disheartened when she did get the job.

Meg's intention was that as coworkers, her and The Professor would be viewed as equals and they could restart their relationship. However, he viewed the situation as even worse since he helped her get the job. Now, after nearly a year of working at Columbia as a secretary, Meg and The Professor have yet to get to "banging". They've had a few casual work lunches but their interactions don't stray far from emailing and SnapChatting. 

SnapChat is an app where (according to Wikipedia) "users can take photos, record videos, add text and drawings, and send them to a controlled list of recipients. Users set a time limit for how long recipients can view their photos, up to 10 seconds, after which it will be deleted from the recipient's device and the company's servers." In other words, this is meant for people to send naked pictures & naughty videos to each other without fear of them being sent to everyone on Facebook. When I pointed this out to Meg she, rather disappointedly, said that no nudes were exchanged "yet". Mostly their chats are of random things they both see, and the occasional funny faces.

They SnapChat more than actual talking due to the secrecy of the app which appeals to The Professor's paranoid nature. However, last week Meg tried taking their relationship to the next level. She sent him a video of a taxi cab with an advertisement for the new "The Great Gatsby" movie starring Leonardo DiCaprio with the caption "Our fave! See it w/ me?" In return he sent a video of the same movie poster taken somewhere in the city with the caption "Sure thing, Daisy."

In turn it led to much enthusiasm on Meg's part, swooning over the fact that The Professor called her Daisy, a reference to the woman Gatsby loves in the story. (These were apparently the two characters Meg and The Professor used to refer to each other as during their affair.) Meg is ignoring the fact that they don't have a set day for the date (as the movie doesn't come out until May 10th, nor did he respond to her texts for the next few days). Meg is too good for him, and I suggested that she go after someone who doesn't have a beard but she can be very stubborn.  In turn I suggested that she start sending nudes to figure out if he's gay or not. Maybe he has a tiny penis and doesn't want to show it, which would probably explain everything.

According to their Wikipedia page, SnapChat is mostly used for children to send pictures to their parents of their whereabouts (yeah right). When searched online, there is a Internet phenomena called "SnapChat Sluts" that started as hashtag on Twitter turned Tumblr, the latter of which has been deleted since this article was published on Gawker. However, there is a new website called Wastechester where is seems girls voluntarily send nudes to a specific SnapChat user. Forbes even posted an article about the app yesterday about the sexting fears.

Welcome to dating in 2013: all you have to do is SnapChat your way into someone's pants (or even just a date).

Previously on "Lost in Manhattan":
1.) Gelato & an Idea
2.) Dirty Underwear & the Tardis
3.) Enter Olivia