“I’m sorry, but I’m busy.”
I’ve used that line more than a few times. Sometimes I am; sometimes I’m not. That makes it difficult for the guys to figure out if I’m trying to get out of another date with them by using a polite excuse, or if I’m really am busy and I just can’t make it this time. Continue reading
Good friends are worth their weight in gold.
Until college, I never had real girlfriends. Then I met the girls: Mrs. C, Miss H, and Mrs. J. Who knew that these girls, who I met during my freshman year, would be my closest friends a decade later? I suppose, as they say, the rest is history…
Except, sometimes it’s not. I have never mentioned C before because the memory of our broken friendship was still too fresh to be able to comfortably process everything. I met C when I met the girls. Together we formed a close, cohesive group for the most part. But C has had past issues with every girl with the exception of her Maid of Honor, Mrs. J. Continue reading
If Mr. Surgeon was the best guy I ever dated, Liar Liar was the worst of the worst and I didn’t meet him online.
Most everyone will caution you when you date someone online to be careful. The problem is that we forget that it applies just as much when you meet someone at a social gathering. I think because of common acquaintances you are lulled into a sense of comfort and you end up lowering you guard. But you must remember, just because they know him on a superficial level doesn’t mean any of you actually know him. Continue reading
I’ve been successful before with online dating, in the fact that I have dated guys exclusively for several weeks to many months, but it never feels like real success because it never ends well. Continue reading
I don’t feel that excited anymore when I go on dates. I try to get out there, but sometimes I wonder if by dating as much as I do if the whole thing has become blasé. Or worse, that there’s something wrong with me. Maybe I can’t feel that infatuated feeling anymore. Continue reading
I appreciate The Norwegian more and more as I get further into the mess that is online dating.
He’s always been very respectful of boundaries, texting me at appropriate intervals, and never blowing my phone up with messages. I haven’t seen him in several weeks, but I’ll occasionally get a snapchat from him showing me what he’s doing and I’ll reciprocate at times, if I think he might appreciate it. Otherwise, we’ve pretty much gone about our own businesses. His last text to me said: Have a good night. Let me know if you want to meet later.
I’m glad he hasn’t hounded, or sent me anything weird or inappropriate, or overshared information when it’s completely unnecessary. I cannot say the same for the others. I really have no idea what guys are thinking, but if you send any girl 3-4 text messages and she doesn’t get back to you–that means she’s not interested. I’d say it’s pretty clear that if you ask a question and she doesn’t get back to you, it’s game over. Continue reading
The best guy I’ve ever dated, hands down, was Mr. Surgeon. I’ve talked about Mr. Big in detail because he was my first love and because I’ve a lot of regrets in regard to him. With Mr. Surgeon, I don’t have any of those bittersweet feelings. I look back and I know that he treated me well and that he cared about me a lot and loved me in his own way. Continue reading
When I feel like love will never come around, I take to heart all the happy couples I know around me. A good number of my friends, like Mrs. C and Mrs. J, are married and I realize that with patience, my time will come. In the meantime, I’ll be honest–waiting is no piece of cake. Continue reading
Nothing really counts until you’ve met the guy.
It doesn’t matter how good the messaging back and forth is until you’ve interacted one-on-one face-to-face. I’ve had great conversations with guys and wasted enough time to know how important it is to actually talk in person. I’d mentioned before how one guy had called me out on my superficiality in terms of dating, which I fully admit that I care a lot how a guy looks.
One of the most unpleasant parts of online dating is when the guy looks worse than his picture. In most cases, the guys have older photos where they look younger than they are or they are much thinner than they currently are. The term for this is “catfish.” I hate it when I’m tricked by carefully culled photos that make the guys look much better than reality. Continue reading
I liked Mr. Nebraska enough to introduce him to the girls.
It’s a monumental step as he’s the only guy I’ve introduced to my girlfriends in the last 6 months. I dislike mixing my friends with my online dating escapades, even if the girls and I talk at length about my experiences. Mainly, I vent; they listen; and together, we commiserate. Continue reading