Tag: dating

*I bolded the important shit because this is a long post*

Dating in 2016 kinda sucks. 

I mean, let’s be real, I’m out of college and all my friends are in serious relationships or married. They don’t want to wingman me while I take tequila shots at some dive bar down the street from my house, in order to muster up the strength to talk to some guy with a bald spot playing pinball.

I work in a small office with 9 women. Not only is there literally no one straight or single to even flirt with, but even if there was, I think if I worked with someone I dated, it would be a praying mantis situation where we hook up once, and then after 40 hours in the office together I would dismember them. 

This leaves only one alternative. Dating strangers you meet on the Internet. This is literally the worst, because you have no idea what you are getting yourself into. It’s not like you can call references and be like, “Hey, I’m about to go on a date with Jeremy, is he a registered sex offender or currently married?” No. You walk into that shit, date one, with only 3 pictures to go off of, with the hope that they haven’t aged 10 years, gained 50 pounds,or decided to do meth since those snapshots were taken.

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wasted Saturday nights with men who are just 100% incompatible with me.

This one time I went to meet this cute guy from Tinder at a bar, and we were both hungry so we ordered some food. He got the tomato soup but didn’t want the grilled cheese. So he just wanted hot tomato liquid with no carb vessel to dip in it. Red fucking flag. But it gets worse. He got the soup and realized there was cheese in it, so he proceeded to SCOOP the melted cheese out of the bowl. He then said, “I don’t hate cheese, I just prefer not to eat it.” Yes. You read that right. This dude when given the option of cheese, chooses to opt out. What. the. ever. loving. fuck. I immediately said that I was ill, pounded my drink and ran to my car.

This is just one example of the mishaps of dating total strangers. I also had one guy who asked me if I’ve ever tried being married, but that’s another story.

So you have to weed through some bad dates to get to the better fish in the sea. Once you find that grade-A tuna, that diamond in the rough, it should be smooth sailing right?

No. This is not the case, dear readers, because even the seemingly good guys, even then 4th or 6th daters will ghost the fuck out of you. No remorse. No questions asked.

What is ghosting? It’s like the equivalent of hitting a car trying to parallel park, and then driving away and parking somewhere else. The only difference is instead of hitting a car, you’re rubbing your junk all over a stranger.

Ghosting is when you spend time with someone, and you usually text back and forth on the regular and/or sleep together, and then all of a sudden you get no response back and you never hear from them again.

This happens a lot in Internet relationships, and in any scenario where the person you are seeing is a little bitch and doesn’t have the common courtesy to let you know it just isn’t working out.

For me it’s like, we are both adults. I met you on Tinder. If you just want to have sex and never talk to me again that’s cool. I assume that’s the usual haps, but don’t hold my hand dude. Don’t like, try to impress me by playing acoustic guitar, because I totally fall for that shit, or tuck my hair back behind my ear or anything else that reminds me how awesome it is to not sleep alone.

In fact, don’t even look me in the eye or use my first name if you aren’t interested in getting to know me for longer than 24 hours. I prefer a strict no big spoon policy when it comes to night-men unless they also plan to be day-men. Do you catch my drift? Am I just being clingy as fuck? Dudes reading this, you are probably thinking, “Bitch you are looking way too far into this shit.” Hear me out here.

How hard is it to do a little PR bullshit and say, “It’s been really great getting to know you, but I don’t think I’m in a good space to be dating.” I just made that shit up and typed it out in 2 seconds. Grow a pair and lie to my face, please.

This post may make my love life seem sad and pathetic, which don’t get me wrong, it totally is, but I am taking one for the team in order to give a PSA to the ladies and gentlemen of the Internet and lay down some sexual ground rules:

1. If you want to bone down, and bone down only, be honest about it. There’s nothing wrong with telling someone you aren’t looking for a relationship and just want a bit of fun. The thing about this is, now I’m aware of the situation, and can make a decision if that’s something I want to do with you. It’s now not something you trick me into by holding my hand and telling me what a cool girl I am. If I had a dollar for every time someone told me I’m a “cool girl.” Jokes on you guys, because I know I’m not cool. At. All. So I can see right through your act of trying to get in my pants you stupid idiot.
2. Some of you may say, “Well, I wanted to pursue something, but after a few dates it wasn’t my jam.” That’s totally fine! Shit doesn’t always work out. We are all aware that the world is a cruel place, and we all die alone. Just say it’s not working out for some vague reason (please god don’t be so specific as to point out my annoying habits to my face) and thank the person for their time.  Don’t just snooze those texts because we may think you’re dead at worst, and an asshole at best. It’s also just not  a courteous thing to do to the person who just let you see them naked.

So, to sum it up:  Be honest about your intentions, don’t fake more serious affection if your just looking to knock boots, and  break it off with decency if need be.

Also if you don’t like melted cheese, you’re a freak bitch and should die alone before wasting anyone else’s time. That’s right Brian. You heard me. Don’t ever call me again.

XOXO

Kaylee Noel