Thirty. Single. Dating. Ugh.
Dating is a complex and appalling process. It’s become this game full of halfhearted attempts at conversation paired with a few mediocre dinners, followed by a month or two of uncertain advances just to end with someone being ghosted. I never expected to be thirty and still playing this treacherous game, but yet here I am. I mean I always thought I would meet someone the old-fashioned way, ya know, like at a coffee shop or at the grocery store. We’d hit it off immediately, date for an acceptable amount of time, get married, have kids and live happily ever after. Unfortunately, the universe didn’t get that memo, or just ignored it, so this is now my life: thirty. single. dating. and blogging about it.
I want to share my stories, along with those of friends, in hopes of bringing humor to what can be a discouraging, and at times, rage-inducing experience. Thank you to the guys who inspired my storytelling, without you this blog wouldn’t be possible. So without further ado, here’s the good, the bad, and WTFs. Enjoy.