I have given up dating
I’d have clues and indications that could suggest to me that I’d enjoy being around this person — some groundwork would have been laid. Dating is not what it once was, I have been slapped with a wet mackerel across the face containing that knowledge, I can assure you. I shared a subway pole with a guy yesterday, was that a date?
But now, all I know is that he went skiing last winter and has two sisters with whom his mom still makes him take photos with in matching Christmas pajamas. Every time a man suggests a sexual encounter with with me via an app and I fire back that he has the manners of the fruit flies in my kitchen I’m always reassured of my own ignorance with one sentence: “You know what Tinder is, right? A woman gave me free Amaro when she brought me my check at a bar two nights ago, are we married now? Now, dating is apparently a much more casual endeavor, so casual in fact I find it hard to find the line between dating and simply having a pulse.
Well, speaking as two tormented souls in this likely small demographic, we have figured out a solution we're actually kind of excited about.
Deep down, you really don't care if it works out or not.
You don't need this person to validate anything that you already know to be true about yourself.
We are no longer going to greatly fear the “Are you seeing anyone? We have even come to the realization that being single AF until the age of 40 really doesn't sound all that bad anymore.
As long as you have good friends, a successful career, means to travel and are happy, why would it be that bad to fly solo in the prime of your life?