I want to be a person that goes on spring brunch dates in this coat.
My okcupid account is back up!
Bad news: everyone is still creepy. And the people that aren’t creepy don’t respond to me. The end.
I had Rice Krispies for dinner for the 3rd night in a row. Tonight’s meal, however, reached gourmet status as I ran out of milk and used half and half instead.
He wants to go out again. Of course.
I’ve gotten away with avoidance the past several times, but I had a feeling this one would stick. (The last date made clear that scheduling’s NBD, there’s plenty of girls online and girls have lots to do. If they want to meet up later or not at all, whatevs!)
I’m going away for a week and am hoping that takes care of it, but if not…what do I do? I think this is one where I have to be honest. Or do I give it another try with him? (I did that with a guy in the fall. The first date was AWFUL but he gave such good text I got sucked back in. Still awful, and this time so bad he got the hint.)
Does my desire to treat others as I wish to be treated outweigh my desire to avoid awkwardness? What do normal people do in this situation?
Date night y’all!
(why do I keep saying y’all. i’m not from the south. too much FNL)
Obviously I don’t want to go. There is netflix to watch. But it’s “something to do” and “good to get out.” I can’t really tell if this guy is cute but I anticipate from the pics that he’s scrawny but maybe fun.
Still, it is fun to get dressed up and all. And there have been good first dates…the bad ones just stand out so much more.
Post date report tomorrow!
This is not a complaining-about-Valentine’s-Day post! This is actually kind of a what happened to Valentine’s Day post. V Day seemed forgotten this year. Maybe because I haven’t been in many schools or stores I didn’t see all the hoopla, but I didn’t hear much about it. I remember being annoyed about Valentine ads right after Christmas, because it was right after Christmas, but not much was discussed this week.
I wonder if there was so much written and tweeted about the depression of being single on Valentine’s Day that there ended up being a backlash?
If so, that’s sad because, if you can turn your focus away from couples making out and people who are so insecure they need to spend hundreds of dollars to eat a marked up dinner to feel loved, it’s such a fun holiday! Everything is glittery and pink! And hearts! And chocolate! And puns!
We should never give up a holiday that offers a chance to tell grandparents, friends, and small children you love them while eating thematically shaped chocolates.
Please enjoy some punny card collections:
And a classic:
More and more as I’m on dates, there’s a part of me that thinks “I’d just assume be doing this alone.” The date gets me out of the house but probability says it’s not going to work out. And somehow I’m constantly surprised by the ways in which it won’t work out. Options for red flags are never ending.
Started out great! He was interested in an outing that I hadn’t gotten any friends to agree to. We met up and he was cute and smelled good (an underrated bonus) and conversation was flowing, even though he was allergic to the sun*, my most beloved companion. Unfortunately it flowed right into whether or not it was appropriate to use certain derogatory terms that were ok 20 years ago. He felt it was ok and explained that opinion in a way I understood, until he kept saying the words over and over.
Guys: as a rule, don’t use any potentially offensive words until date 2.
Next taboo topic was religion, another thing he had very strong, repetitive ideas on, many of which happened to attack my own beliefs.
Guys: don’t criticize religion or any other major beliefs until you know your date’s stance.
These things were in the back of my head but otherwise it was all continuing to go well. Then it came time to get another drink and he started saying things like “hey, I’m going to get a drink, but don’t feel like you have to stay.”
I guess since we weren’t somewhere like dinner with a definitive end point this was reasonable?
Anyway, we hung out until after 12, at which point I decided to go home (which I had foreshadowed since I had to work the next day). So we go out to get cabs and he hangs back. “Oh I’ve been texting some friends to meet up so they’re going to come get me.”
Dude, have the decency to pretend you didn’t spend the night working on backup plans to me.
As I often do after weird dates like this, I feel even more confident in my awesomeness (I’m good at conversation! I have varied, unusual interests! I’m fun!) and even more sad there’s no one to match my awesomeness.
*When I hear something that will 100% not mesh with my lifestyle, like not liking the sun, my instinct is to rationalize why it won’t be a problem. The question is, should I be compromising more on things like this? And is that why I haven’t found anyone? Or is it bs to need to change my life to accommodate someone else. How does anyone survive in a couple with anyone else?!
- Yes! Babypalooza!
- But let’s talk about [pregnant person], how are you feeling?
- 7pm is a little late to go out
- Anything about breasts
- You’re invited to [child’s] birthday party!
- I’m not drinking tonight (aka I’m pregnant again)
- Wow, you slept in till 9 am? 6 am is a treat for me since I have so much to do! Ha. Ha.
- Well your [hair, hips, privates, wardrobe] will never be the same once you have kids!
- Maybe instead of going out in the city you just want to come over here?
Two of my very good friends have had babies in the past few weeks.
I don’t care.
I don’t want to see pictures, I don’t want to know anything about it.
I’m not an anti-kids person. There was a time I teared up over every pregnancy announcement. Siblings of friends, coworkers, high school classmates. I was buying baby gifts for every occupied uterus within a 5 miles radius, weeping through the baby clothes racks. (That reminds me: at no point in my downward spiral did I get tired of joking about babies wanting a “womb with a view.” That shit is timeless)
I’m just out of energy for being happy for other people. I hate being disinterested. I hate being the bitter, pitied single person. I hate being too selfish to care about other people’s milestones over my loneliness. But anymore, engagements and births aren’t exciting milestones to share with my friends–they’re an express ticket to adult life, where there are no openings for those of us who sleep past 7am on a Saturday and eat Combos for dinner.
Early on, people with babies tried to keep up with the childless, but then a) those people had a second kid and/or b) the parents hit critical mass and outnumbered us. Now if I want to see my friends it either has to be an event that ends at 9pm or the kids have to be invited, and if the kids are invited it’s fine, but I’m the only one without a kid and people ask why I’m at the event when I don’t have kids.
Older childless people I know have recommended literally getting an entirely new set of friends if I hope to maintain any social life. I haven’t made a new friend in 10 years!! Babies are going to force new friends on me!??
*the sound of both me and a baby whining