So I’ve actively re-joined the dating world through the great social networking tool of Match.com. I realized towards the end of last semester that I was spending 99% of my time with either a) women (my classmates and internship coworkers are almost all females) or b) children age 5 and under (through babysitting jobs and my internship), and that neither of those social circles was steering me in the direction of a boyfriend.
A few essays and photo uploads later, I had myself a profile, and the next night, my (very not single) friend J. and I sat together in Berkeley, browsing profiles of eligible bachelors in the Boston area. Over the course of the next few weeks (after I had returned to the East Coast), I emailed back and forth with a few people and even went on a few dates.
Disclaimer: I have decided that because I actually have enjoyed most of the dates I’ve been on, I won’t write about the good ones, but will instead save this blog as a place to share with all of you (mostly not-single) people the great disasters of my dating career.
Now, up until this point in my life, I haven’t had many dating disasters (unless you count the time I was in 6th grade and went to the movies with my “boyfriend” and he got mad at me before we went into the theater, so he and his friend sat in one section of the theater, and I sat with my friend in another section of the theater, and when the movie was over and he and his friend walked by us to leave, I dumped the ice left over from my coke on top of his head). I have been lucky in that I’ve dated pretty great guys (even the ones who only lasted one date). I knew going into this Match.com thing that my luck would not always be so good, and I kind of looked forward to the bad dates – just for the stories that I could then share with all my friends.
Stories like the one I’m about to tell you now (go to the bathroom, get a drink, get comfortable – this is gonna be a long one):