I gave up summer dating
I’d had my fair share of “having fun” with guys I knew I wouldn’t marry, but as I grew older and watched my sisters find amazing partners to share their lives with, I realized that if this was something I really wanted, I needed to make it a bigger priority in my life. All signs pointed to online dating, so I spent a couple days crafting a killer profile that showed off my personality and passions.In less than a day I was flooded with messages, profile views, compliments, and likes.And if I did remember their names, it was because they were horrible to me. " And is tossing the foundation and embracing the sweatpants a sign of defeat, or a sign of empowerment?By the time the guy rolled up, half an hour late and no valid excuse at hand, I was drunk, silently vowing to never again put so much pressure on myself that I thought a blowout would make or break someone's feelings for me. Until recently, the common lady/age trope was the cougar—an older women pretending to be younger.Is it just us, or do most of the dating advice articles, podcasts and inspirational Instagram accounts just seem so generic after a while?We've become tired of phrases such as, “Once you find true happiness within yourself, you will find love,” “What doesn't kill you makes you stronger” and “What's truly meant to be, will be.” (The list could go on forever.)Sure, sometimes, we aren't “over” a guy.But is reading another article about how some random chick got over her ex and it was the best thing she ever accomplished really going to help? But really, does it ever take away the pain and anxiety you're currently facing?
We have decided to take a time out, and to just “be” with our dating lives. We aren't going to play the “wait five hours to respond” game, and we sure as sh*t aren't going to change our ways and enter the world of dating apps.The assignment was to compose a fictitious piece through extrapolating on one of two statements: “Love Makes the World Go Around,”or “Money Makes the World Go Around.” Being the idealistic and naive 13 year old, I wrote a piece that I still remember, about the year 2770, where a paleontologist discovers some wonderfully rare remains of the tyrannosaurus rex, and realizes that because there is not enough compassion left in the world to care about these remains, that he cannot do anything with his discovery.The lack of love, conflated with a healthy disregard for compassion, was what drove the story.Consider the Over the last few years, though, the reverse trend has risen to prominence.As a twentysomething woman in 2015, you don't brag about how late you stayed out last night, but about how early you went to bed.