Yeah, yeah; here's Kristin with yet another blog. I know, this isn't my first rodeo (or even my second, third, fourth...you get the idea), and while we know I'm the self-proclaimed "worst blogger" I'm even worse when it comes to old-school pen-to-paper journaling.
Let's just dive in headfirst, shall we?
When you hit your late 20s/early 30s the dating pool seems to just fill up with chemicals and pee. What I mean is it's like you're playing darts and you're backwards, using your nondominant hand, blindfolded, and the dart board is in the next room. You have pretty much no shot at hitting the board, let alone a bullseye.
As a 36-year-old lady in a small town who works a not great job, doesn't drive, and lives alone with her two cats, you can bet that proverbial dartboard isn't even in the next room; it's in the next building across the street.
I've been on Tinder off and on since 2016, and have truly only met one decent man on there. We'll call him Sherlock (after Johnny Lee Miller's character on the show Elementary, which we used to watch together). Sherlock and I had a pretty great relationship; pretty darn near perfect communication, common interests, his family liked me (and still does), and enjoyed each other's company. Unfortunately, after almost a full year, things just didn't work out; he's more of a loner and I'm someone who needs attention and reassurance. We're still very close friends, and he has since started a new relationship.
I, however, have had no such luck. Since getting back into the dating game last June, I've met several interesting guys, but none that have turned into anything more than a one-time meetup or a night of texting before they block my number. Or we might've talked for a couple nights to as long as a week but it just fizzles out...and back to swiping I go.
Maybe I'm too picky. I immediately swipe left if they have children because I don't want to be around them; it's selfish but I'd like to be the one getting all your attention and affection, plus I have zero maternal instincts or patience. I also swipe left on Ethecally Non Monogamous/ENM or Poly couples because I'm very much monogamous. This does limit my choices.
Recently, however, I tried Facebook Dating, thinking it's newer than Tinder and maybe more people are giving it a shot over the older apps, and I was right! Within a day I was talking to several different guys, met one that ended up not becoming anything, and am currently talking to another who I seem to click with rather nicely. Let's call him Picasso because he has shown me some of his artwork and I dig it. It's only been a few days but he and I have talked more in those days than I have with almost any other guy from the apps (except for one but we'll talk about him some other time; I'm still a little hurt by that one). It's all very new but he seems very sweet and I feel safe talking with him, so we shall see where this goes :)
I feel this blog will be mostly about my misadventures of dating in my 30s, but I might talk about other things as well. I do have a couple concerts I plan on attending this year as well as annual get-togethers with my friend group, among other things that will come up.
Oh! Leave a comment if you'd like me to write about some of my dating app horror stories from the past year :P they're pretty entertaining and I think you would enjoy them xD
until next time, xoxo
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