Wednesday, February 4, 2015

The. Last. Straw.

By Kelly

Tonight I got stood up. Like officially, for real, sitting at the bar by myself for 40 minutes stood up. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is my last straw. So I call up one of my favorite people in this world, Kaela, and we spend 30 minutes bemoaning the hell that is dating when you're thirty. And then we decide to write a blog, because there is no way (No. Freaking. Way) that we are the only women going through this.

The thing that kills me about this standing up business is that I was actually excited about meeting this guy. That's pretty rare for me these days. Why, you ask? Because I have been worn down by months of bad dates. Some worse than others, none worse than the guy who cut his burger patty in half to avoid any of the aioli on in it touching his burger (more on that gem later), but all bad none the less. I have liked maybe 3% of the men I have been out on a first date with. I have gone on a second date with maybe half of those. And due to this, my expectations have grown comically low. I don't even get excited for dates anymore! I gear up for them like I gear up for the gym- knowing I should do it, need to do it, but dreading it all the same.

Which brings me to tonight. Normally I don't tell people when I'm going on a date because it's probably not gonna work out, and after so many of those you get tired of explaining it. But tonight, I sent friends photos of outfits for advice and approval, I bought new black pants, I curled my freaking hair!! I went into it with real hope that, even if it wasn't amazing, it could at least be a night well spent. Ha.

So I end this, my very first blog post ever, with this question: why is this so hard? I am, by all accounts, a successful person. I own a home, I have a job most people would kill for, I am well travelled and well read. I am ready, after years of focusing on other things, to focus on a relationship. But I gotta tell you... I'm getting real tired of all this dating nonsense. So I think I'll go focus on my glass of wine and the latest episode of Vanderpump Rules instead.

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