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.