Being single and trying to date is difficult. Screw difficult, it’s a war zone and you’re in enemy territory. While most of my friends in Dallas know me in the context of a relationship, ask anyone in Connecticut and they’ll tell you I was single. So single I could’ve qualified for the ultra platinum frequent flyer black card of single-hood. Now that I have crossed over to the other side I wanted to share some of my dating war stories to help all the single guys out there know they aren’t alone and I too had to put in my do’s in the rigorous world of dating boot camp.
For the record, when I say I was super single I mean my only relationship from puberty to age 30 was one guy for about 3 months in my mid twenties. I’m not one of those queens who bitched because he was single for 6 months between 8 year marriages.
All the following are completely true:
On our second date I had a guy tell me he and his roommates were talking and they all wanted to know why the two of us hadn’t had sex yet.
I’ve been told to me face “I don’t love you as much as him and I never will.”
After several hookups with a guy he invited me to a summer BBQ. I was excited that he wanted to take our relationship to another level until I got there and met the two other me’s he’d been fucking. Each of of us with the same romantic expectations. At least I didn’t cry like #2.
After several attempts at asking out one of the few cute Connecticut single cubs, I finally gave up because he would totally ignore every text I sent him. He was also the inspiration for this blog post.
I tell you all these embarrassing stories to show you that there is hope. It does get better and you’ll be a better boyfriend for having gone through it. You don’t need someone to complete your life but it does make life better.