
I read poems about my (barely existent) love life at an event in undergrad and got a flower for it.
A couple days ago, I was lying in bed, eating pizza and scrolling through Instagram when something terrible occurred: I saw wedding photos of people I knew in undergrad.
There’s a weird sense of pressure. A lot of the people around me will talk about their ten year goals, with things like getting married and having their first kid included. This wouldn’t freak me out as much if I wasn’t still going on first dates with Brad’s and Chad’s who crush cases of PBR and use the term “full send” unironically.
I really messed up by avoiding relationships like they were the plague during my upper years of university. No one told me how hard it is to meet new dating prospects in a post-grad arena.
My friends keep trying to set me up with people using weak common interests that have no correlation to compatibility, i.e.:
- “You both enjoy independent films!”
- “He wrote a poem once for class and you write poems so it’s basically a match made in heaven!”
- “You both can read!”
My friend made me download Hinge, a dating app, but I also struggle to want to meet people after only a text conversation. Although, I am thankful to the one guy whose opening message was “I love you”. Hope all is good, Nick.
I’m not going to end this with a motivational message about being comfortable with being single and recognizing that it’s your time to grow. There’s enough content about that in the world. Wanting to find love and worrying about potentially not finding it is common amongst most people.
And that’s okay.
Comment your worst date ever! Because of who I am as a person, I documented mine with a tweet:
Coming up next:Â Bar life is not the same