Ahhh February – the month of love. Can you believe it’s already here? We all survived the first month of 2017, and I for one am pretty satisfied with how it turned out. Except, of course, that I still have not found the love of my life.
I guess I’ve never really been much for dating. Every now and then I’ll get discouraged and go out with a few random guys, just to reassure myself that I’m a viable, datable woman. And then, when the dates are mediocre, I’ll get fed up and call the whole thing quits for a few months.
It’s a vicious cycle.
In January I thought I was going to put the end to it.
I was going to put myself out there. Kind of.
I was talking to a friend on the phone and whining about the lack of dinner dates in my life. “I just want to go out with a nice boy! Is that so much to ask?”
“So go on tinder and make a date?” she suggested as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. And maybe it was.
I thought about it for a long time before I finally gave in. I told myself it was in the name of a social experiment – and, I thought, it would be great blog material. Right? So I rearranged my photos, changed my tinder bio to something inviting and easy to respond to (“a west coast baby. always ready for coffee!”) and told myself what people have been telling me for ages; time to lower your standards.
That night especially I went at tinder hard. I swiped right for guys that I would normally
never have given a chance, and I was surprised to find that I was getting an awful lot of matches. By the end of the night I had three dates pencilled into my calendar.
For the rest of the week I vowed to embrace tinder wholeheartedly. I checked in every day, and I’ll admit it made me feel like quite the social butterfly. Lots of guys I spoke to were genuinely funny and sweet – I even enjoyed some of our conversations. These two guys definitely made me laugh.
Of course, not everyone was such a pleasant surprise…
But what can ya do?
In the end I only went on two dates before I threw in the towel; the whole thing turned out to be weirdly exhausting, not to mention expensive. But you better believe I’ll be telling you all the dirty details in the days to come.
What’s the last date you went on? Tell me all about it – restore my faith in modern romance.
I’m off to have a drink and paint my nails a dramatic dark red – is it just me or does dark red give off a vibe of sexy metropolitan maturity?
happy humpday! -L