Something I hear from my married or coupled friends is “I really miss dating” or “I miss feeling like I should put a bra on when I leave the house in case future boo is running to Walgreens too” or (I get this all the time) “I am so jealous that you get to do online dating. That seems really life affirming”. You guys? This one’s for you. Because you miss it, and I feel like it’s my job to help you feel like you’re right there with me.
If you have been in a relationship for a long time, you may have missed the online dating boat all together. I’m so sorry. You know that feeling of leafing through wet garbage to look for something you lost, but are not really sure you even want it anymore? Like, an earring you kinda like or maybe a 15 dollar check from Consumer’s Energy but you’re thinking, “Is it worth it? This garbage smells really bad”. There you go. That’s what it’s like. Please, don’t be jealous of my positive attitude.
Here are some fun things that have happened for me on Tinder this year:
I went on a date. My take away from that is you should tell me that you live with your parents and hate everything before I spend the time to put on mascara and pants. I bought Wendy’s on the way home from that date. My chicken nuggets made me feel like the evening wasn’t a complete wash. I love Wendy’s and I’m not ashamed of that. I don’t like people who hate everything and I’m not ashamed of that either.
After something like this, I usually go through the following steps:
- Delete dating app
- Excitedly do all of the fun alone things that make me happy, like reading and napping and drawing
- Wonder if people in the future will refer to this as my prolific period because I make more art when I’m not looking for someone to make out with. Wonders if people in the future will remember me.
- Remembers that making out is fun.
- Downloads dating app
So then I gave it another go.
I recently had an internet conversation with someone who didn’t look gross and wasn’t holding a dead deer or fish up to the camera. Promising, right? Unfortunately, he made a joke about sex positions, twice, and then told me to relax. Barf. Repeat steps 1 through 5 above.
It’s not all bad, of course. Going dancing is something I do more of when I’m single. Last weekend I went dancing and practiced this slick move where I basically dance away from anyone who approaches me. My legs were sore for 2 days from doing this. When I got home, I made my dog “shake” my hand in celebration of the fact that I went out and danced and stayed up late. She’s really proud of me.
Recently, my therapist asked me if I was dating. I laughed hysterically and finished with a “whhhewww…..yeahh”. Then she wrote something down. I imagine she wrote “Seems to be really good at dating”.
