It was a moment of weakness, right after the holidays. It might have had something to do with spending New Year’s Eve with the guy I’ve had a major crush on for 10 years, and his girlfriend (who actually kind of looked like me). Long story short, I ended up ringing in the new year with close friends, great neighbors, and the love of my life along with his girlfriend. My standby date for the last few years had a date of his own this year. Shortly after, I ended up with two online dating profiles. And very shortly after, remembered how much I loathe online dating.
Here’s what I hate about this online dating thing. The profiles manage to give out a lot of information yet manage to leave out some very useful details. There is no way of knowing that the guy in his late 30s really is a 14 year old trapped in a 37 year old’s body. Not until you take the time out of your evening to meet the guy for a drink, and realize that all the vodka in the world couldn’t create chemistry.
After months of dating guys in their very early 20s, I decide to go out with a guy who’s age appropriate, only to end up with a boy. If I wanted a boy I would have gone out with the persistent 19 year old that was emailing me on Match. But even I have some standards. I need someone at least 21.