A friend of mine (you know who you are) recently asked me why I don’t blog about my dating experiences. As a single girl in my mid-late-20s, it seems like a natural topic to dive into. Especially since I’ve spent the last eight or so months dating like it was a second job.
There is one simple reason I don’t blog about my dating experiences.
They’re awful.
I’m starting to think I should invent a Life Alert for bad dates.
No, seriously. Over the past eight or so months, I have found myself on dates with people who tell me, in depth, about how they would survive a zombie apocalypse by murdering everyone around them (graphic details were included). I have been on dates with people who gave me stacks of their garish business cards to “distribute to my friends.” (I’m still not sure why I would do that.) I have been on dates with people who legitimately used bad pickup lines in all seriousness. I have been stalked, stood up, proposed to, and propositioned.
At first, the horribleness of mid-late-20s dating was funny. Now it’s just dull, predictable, and sort of sad. So I don’t blog about the chronicles of my romantic life because I am seriously considering getting more cats and eating a chocolate cake.
Here is a picture to brighten your day:
You’re welcome.
In case you think I’m just not putting effort into meeting proper guys, here are the ways I have scoured the world for happy dates:
OKCupid? Tried it. Got stalked.
Plenty of Fish? Tried it. Quit due to my aversion to being murdered.
Match? Tried it. …Ok, this one wasn’t totally hopeless.
Zoosk? Tried it. Hate it.
EHarmony? …Nope. Not doing it.
Totally meeting normal people and agreeing to dates? Nope. This is not something people do in the south. Because everyone is already married.
Perpetual Plot Hole 
dating is dog dick, at least was when i tried.
1. ‘hey i like you, we should go out sometime.’ no response.
2. ‘hey i like you.’ ‘gay.’
3. ‘hey i like you.’ ‘you’re not my type.’
4. ‘hey i like you.’ ‘i think were just good friends.’
5. ‘hey i like you.’ ‘okay…’
6. ‘hey i like you.’ ‘go on 2 dates with me while i stand you up tell you i have a secret boy friend, and buy me and my friends sushi.’
eventually i got I like you back. which made me feel good.
now i get:
‘Hey what are you up too?’ ‘I’m married.’
‘We have alot in common.’ ‘I’m married.’
‘let’s hang out.’ ‘cool when should me and my wife meet you?’ ‘Oh, why can’t it just be you?’ ‘I’m Married.’
dating sucks period. but all is well. you’re good catch. just got to read people better or give up like i did.
I love your numeric points. Also, I do want you AND YOUR WIFE (who is amazing) to come hang out. Rice Krispy Treat Milkshakes at Cowfish, anyone? Eh? Eh?
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“Totally meeting normal people and agreeing to dates? Nope. This is not something people do in the south. Because everyone is already married.”
I have never been around so many married people until I moved to the south. I’m only 25.. WHY WAS EVER 25 -29 YEAR OLD I MET ALREADY MARRIED
it makes no sense..
Oh good, so it’s not just me.
They are SO GOOD at getting married fast! I mean, I’ve never lived anywhere where there are so many forced “singles group” efforts. Like “come on. Lets hang out because we’re left over.”
Which is not how it is being single anywhere else.
This land is so mysterious and exciting. And by exciting I mean “often sort of torturous.”