I’m single. 3 years to thirty and single. I’m also the golden girl, which Laine spoke of in a previous post. She’s asked me to provide the single perspective on her blog since she’s already shacked up with Dutiful Provider, aka DP. Although apprehensive to expose all when it comes to my dating life, I felt it was my duty to share my path of self-discovery and, hopefully, in the process make you feel better about your romantic adventures. Because, let’s be honest folks, I’ve had some doozies.
If you’re in the same dinghy as me, you know that being single in your late 20’s can be slightly overwhelming at times. Your friends are rapidly coupling up around you, your feed is overwhelmed with engagement photos and you just found out your ex is now a proud new papa. Meanwhile, you’re sifting through the catalogue of douchery on a dating website and wondering if maybe you’re just destined to be…dum, dum, dum…alone. Which granted, might not be such a bad thing, but at this age can leave you in a state of panic.
Well, I’m here to tell you to take a deep breath, stop creeping through a high school acquaintance’s wedding pics and realize that, you are in fact, not alone. There are many of us doing and feeling the exact same things. We’re at a point of change in our lives and dynamics are shifting. Our early twenties were spent searching for ‘Mr. Right Now’ and, as time passes and we mature, the now slowly begins to fade.
So, join me as I lay it all out on the table. The horrific dates, the bad decisions and hopefully, the occasional gem that restores our faith in the opposite sex.
My first experiment: speed dating. Which, thanks to my golden girl, I can now justify as field research. Stay tuned.
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