I’ve racked my brains countless times and asked myself ‘where does one meet a man?’. In order to meet Mr right, one must create opportunities. Opportunities in social settings which provides you with social networks. Or if you’re as lazy as me you resort to online dating apps. From the comfort of your own home men are brought to you, ready to be scrutinised.
I finally decided to try the whole Tinder thing. With everything there will be both good and bad reviews. Tinder has a reputation for being a place where people go to ‘hook up’. Portable easy access to potential sexual partners. I’m pretty stubborn so I like to find things out for myself. Also I am a grown woman, a 23 year old woman who needs help meeting men. How many other women do you know would buy a book to help her meet men? It can’t be just me. I can’t be the only reason that what’s his face is a best selling author.
When you create a dating online profile. The first thing you want to do is upload the most attractive selfies of yourself. You need to come off as appealing to the opposite sex, but you also do not want to portray yourself as ‘skanky’ or ‘slutty’. It’s also important to upload at least one full length photo just to avoid disappointment for both parties. I created my profile and I was ready to start swiping. There was a LOT of left swiping. I am picky! Well, not picky but I know what I like and it was honestly every 1 in 20 guys that I found attractive.
First there was the mechanic guy, we got on so well. He was physically appealing, funny and could hold a conversation. He finally asked me out, he wanted to take me to the zoo. I LOVE the zoo. So much more interesting than the cinema or going for food. The cinema is a terrible first date idea. Why would you want to sit in the dark with a stranger and not speak or look at one another? How exactly are you supposed to get to know one another? Then there’s the awkward fumbling where he reaches for your hand when you were actually reaching for the popcorn. Super awkward moment, in the dark, with a stranger when all you wanted was popcorn. I started to look forward to the date until I noticed that he hadn’t brought it up. Basically the day before our date he text me to cancel and told me that he had to work. I never heard from him again. I was so angry, the nerve of him treating me like he was good-looking. The little guide I purchased to help me with my man trouble advised me to keep my options open and not to be restricted to just one guy. I was keeping my options open so I had a back up. Back up guy was a complete contrast to mechanic guy. Back up guy was really tanned, when I say tanned I mean like he had been living in a sunbed his entire life. My God he was very tropical looking alright. Physically I thought he was my type. He was dark, tall and handsome. Basically like a living walking Ken doll type. Unfortunately this Ken doll had the personality of a shoelace. I’ve had more meaningful conversations with my neighbour’s dog. It was almost like I had gone back in time and I was 16 years old again. He came on soooooo strong, bombarding me with compliments and counting down the days until our date. He honestly would send me text messages saying ‘two days left now’. I wanted to vomit, I felt physically ill but I had to give him a chance. I had to create opportunities for me to meet Mr Right. Ken Doll wasn’t Mr Right, he cancelled our date without even cancelling. That’s right after bombarding me with messages for two weeks he couldn’t pick up the phone to tell me there was no date. Instead he never gave me a time to meet and the last message I had received was four hours prior to his last text. Obviously we never spoke again.
I didn’t let this get me down. Okay that’s a lie I consumed a ridiculous amount of pizza and listened to Adele. We all cope differently. The next guy was MY CUP OF TEA. This guy ticked all of my boxes. He was attractive, like I would rate him a solid 8. He was funny, down to earth and charming without the use of any sexual innuendos. He was employed, had no kids and a full set of teeth. I swiped right, he swiped right and we were a match! Of course since this is me, the most unfortunate woman on earth it didn’t go how I thought it would. Three weeks of texting, we meet up and enjoy one another’s company, I don’t sleep with him. I never heard from him again. This time it really got to me because I actually liked this guy. However he was only after one thing and I wasn’t going to compromise myself to boost his ego.
Dating is hard, no matter how old you are. I guess as I’m getting older I really am hoping to find Mr right. The club scene is something I’ve grown out of. I want meaningful conversation, laughter and a future. So I’ll hold on for now. I’ll keep swiping in hope. In hope that Mr right will swipe right, I’ll swipe right and… it’s a match.
Happy Dating 🙂
21 going on 30 