I have shitty luck dating.
I’m a 30 year old female (obviously single), who has been on a lot of bad dates in recent years.
It’s gotten so bad that recently a close friend had felt the need to verify that I am in deed a heterosexual.
Verified, thanks for your concern.
Another friend refers to me as a “professional dater” and refers people to me for an expert opinion.
All of them ask about my latest exploits, knowing there will be a random tale waiting to be told.
As for me, I’m a positive person, I promise, but let’s get a couple things straight.
Dating takes a lot of time and energy.
When you start into the online life, it’s basically a part-time job.
So, with all of the energy being put in, you kind of hope to not be wasting your time.
I have learned to be a heartless wench when weeding people out, as most of them are wasting my time.
Here’s the deal on me, modesty aside: I’m a pretty solid catch.
I’m 30, living in a medium-sized government city.
My job is impressive, I have a nice apartment.
I’m in the “few extra pounds” category, but am active and care about how I present myself.
My sense of humour, fun and adventure is undeniable, and I’ve got a fun back story.
I’ve got great friends, many who have been in my life for years, even decades.
To set the scene... I haven’t had long term relationships. Ever.
I was a late bloomer to say the least.
I was a vagabond for a few years, staying in places for a good time, not a long time.
Following that, I had a couple years in my mid-20s where I took care of everyone but me, living in my small, rather rural hometown.
I moved to this city at age 27.
At that point I had not even touched a straight man in over 2 years.
Des-per-a-do.
I was grasping to find myself again, and in need of male attention to reaffirm that I was in fact a desirable woman, as I had sincerely forgotten.
So here I am, new city, new lease on life, new goals, better me.
And that me decided to go proactive on the dating scene.
Oh ya, I‘m also what Malcolm Gladwell would label a “communicator”, so I get excited and tell everyone when I have a date, but then have to give the follow-up story.
Nothing I love more than a self-deprecating story for a good laugh, so hence the birth of the infamous date stories.
