Thirty and Flirty and Failing

By Kaela

Wouldn't it be nice... to not care. I would love to be one of those people who felt completely fulfilled by her awesome career, wonderful friends and family, and blessed life. And I am super duper blessed, believe me, I know I am. But the thing is, I'm also single and 30 - a place I always feared but never truly imagined I'd be. And to be honest: it sucks. I know, I know, I'm the worst feminist in the whole world because I'm not totally content with how great my life is without a man. But the truth is, I'm not. And guess what? THAT'S OKAY!! I feel like we (single ladies) are told this lie that we need to be one hundred percent completely fulfilled with ourselves and our own dreams outside of a man before we can ever find that dream guy to be a side dish to our main course of self-contentment. (And feel free to add to that the ubiquitous Christian lies about how we need to be completely content with the Lord before He'll give us the desires of our hearts.... I call bullshit on that one.) It's okay for me to feel sad about being single. It's okay for me to feel scared that I will never find my person. This doesn't make me pathetic or needy or an anti-feminist. I'm allowed to be disappointed in unmet expectations and fearful of not receiving my deepest wishes and desires.

So. What do I do about it? Well, in the last year I've been on dates (anywhere from one to several) with 11 different men. Boys. Dumb baby boys. I've tried Tinder, I've tried Match, and I've tried Hinge. I've tried bars and set-ups from friends. I've tried sitting at a coffee shop and looking cute, but apparently only Taylor Swift can pull that one off. And all of them have been... unsuccessful. Sometimes respectfully, sometimes heartbreakingly, and sometimes absurdly and comically.

This blog is a place to take some of these most absurd date stories and share them with the world. These stories will be not just from me, but also from Kelly and any other single ladies in their thirties who'd like to share their tales. Maybe if we can find the humor in all of this, the reality of it will feel a little less awful...