A few days ago, Neuroticfitchmom mentioned that she had a “Xanga crush” on somebody. This made me realize that I have one too.
When I was in college, we called this kind of thing having a “scope.” A scope was somebody you often saw on campus but didn’t know. You found him attractive, and looked forward to walking by Whatever Hall at 12:15 when he was always walking by in the other direction. (Contriving to meet your scope for real wasn’t done. Scoping was a fantasy game. Getting to know him would destroy the illusion. Or something.)
Anyway, I have a scope here on Xanga. Somebody I find attractive, not because of his gorgeous blue eyes or the manly way he strides across campus with his pack slung carelessly over one shoulder (and I never did find out that guy’s name), but because his site, his blog entries, his profile pics, and his occasional comments all suggest that he is someone I would be attracted to in person.
No, I’m not going to tell you who he is. It’s not anyone I’ve mentioned before, and it’s not Technogeek (I know him, after all, and he doesn’t post often enough to be interesting anyway). But if we had a big Xanga party in the ballroom at the Ritz, he’s the one I would wander around looking for. He’s the one I would spend the night hanging out with in a far corner, splitting a bottle or two of red wine.
Don’t worry, I would still go home with Technogeek. Scopes are just fantasies.