In my college Economics class, the professor, Dr. Dirk Mateer, made a proclamation that “If you don’t meet your future husband or wife during your 4 years at Penn State, you will have statistically missed the greatest opportunity of your life.” Greeeaaat. No wonder I’ve felt insurmountable pressure ever since Freshman year. His reason being, that your undergrad years are the only time you will be so surrounded by people your own age, economic and social status, interests, etc. I found and dated several wonderful guys in college. They’re all married now. To people they met at Penn State. Damn it, Dr. Mateer! I tip my hat to you; your statistical analysis has proven correct. In turn, you should commend me on breaking the odds and managing to survive Penn State without finding a soulmate. (Womp womp)
So now I’m 6 years out into the real world. In a city chock full of people. And yet I’ve had to resort to… sigh… online dating. Gross. I hate to even say the words out loud. However, I have been pleasantly surprised by some of the guys I’ve started talking to online. (It’s NOT as creepy as it sounds, I promise!) A lot of them are decent people with whom I seem to have quite a bit in common. And there is a sense of fun in being able to pick and choose the guys I want to date, practically off a menu. I’ve had a few dates so far, one I thought was a cool guy, however he turned into a text messaging pen-pal. No, thanks. Now I have another date this Thursday which I’m really looking forward to. I asked my friend Lindsey, who knows all the posh places to go for drinks and dinner, for some recommendations. In response to her delightful review, Date and I will meet here: madfoxbrewing.com. It looks like a pretty cool place. Plus, if it goes horribly, I’m close enough to Lindsey’s house that I can drop in for a commiseratory* drink (right, Linds??).
So wish me luck on this journey I wish I didn’t have to take. I figure if I just accept it, and write about it to my friends and family, at the very least- it will provide some entertainment for you all, and I’m sure I’ll have a good laugh or two along the way. Dr. Mateer may have been right, I missed my greatest “statistical opportunity”; but I wouldn’t count me out just yet :)
*Commiseratory is not an actual word. But it’s the word I needed to use for that situation. Wiki says “commiserative” is the word I’m looking for, but I didn’t like that one as much.
So now I’m 6 years out into the real world. In a city chock full of people. And yet I’ve had to resort to… sigh… online dating. Gross. I hate to even say the words out loud. However, I have been pleasantly surprised by some of the guys I’ve started talking to online. (It’s NOT as creepy as it sounds, I promise!) A lot of them are decent people with whom I seem to have quite a bit in common. And there is a sense of fun in being able to pick and choose the guys I want to date, practically off a menu. I’ve had a few dates so far, one I thought was a cool guy, however he turned into a text messaging pen-pal. No, thanks. Now I have another date this Thursday which I’m really looking forward to. I asked my friend Lindsey, who knows all the posh places to go for drinks and dinner, for some recommendations. In response to her delightful review, Date and I will meet here: madfoxbrewing.com. It looks like a pretty cool place. Plus, if it goes horribly, I’m close enough to Lindsey’s house that I can drop in for a commiseratory* drink (right, Linds??).
So wish me luck on this journey I wish I didn’t have to take. I figure if I just accept it, and write about it to my friends and family, at the very least- it will provide some entertainment for you all, and I’m sure I’ll have a good laugh or two along the way. Dr. Mateer may have been right, I missed my greatest “statistical opportunity”; but I wouldn’t count me out just yet :)
*Commiseratory is not an actual word. But it’s the word I needed to use for that situation. Wiki says “commiserative” is the word I’m looking for, but I didn’t like that one as much.