Okay, so I'm over the age of 35, divorced, and happy. My job is crazy cool. I have a comfortable apartment near the city, a cute car, and enough creature comforts to make me feel like a respectable American consumer. And, I'm nowhere near satisfied. I'm not a girl who's meant to be single. I did the math the other day. In the 18 years since I really started dating, I've been coupled up for 15 years.
By "coupled up" I don't mean just dating someone casually. I'm only counting the relationships where I eventually moved in with the guy. And, yeah, it's always me moving in with him. I'm afraid that probably says something about my dating history as well.
A little less than a year ago, I got myself out of a pretty crappy dating situation. To be fair, it was a really, really crappy dating situation. Afterward, I tried to take the time to be really single, get back in touch with myself, think about what I really want out of a relationship, blah, blah, blah and yadda, yadda, yadda.
So, a few months ago I dove back into the dating world in earnest. Let me tell you...it sucks ass. I mean, it's really, really bad. The last time I was single I was 34, and let me tell you, there is a world of difference between pre-35 and post-35. When I was 34, a bunch of guys in their early 40s wanted to date me, and I was fine with that. Just 2 1/2 years later, I'm lucky if the guys who contact me are in their early 50s.
I've spent a lot of time over the past little while sending dating updates to my also-dating and used-to-be-dating friends. So, rather than typing out an email, sending it to a friend, copying it into another email, sending it off to another friend, wash, rinse, repeat, I thought I'd just put it all in one place. So...here goes!
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