Mid thirties dating
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Plus I had boundless energy and a healthy appetite for cheap liquor. I go to bed at a reasonable hour, I don’t drink alcohol like it’s my profession, and I no longer have the metabolism of a 22 year old. I now have a much higher standard for the men I’ll give my time. I would scan a room like a lion choosing his target among a herd of gazelle.I have expectations and lists of attributes I think they ought to possess. All it took was a flirty smirk and lingering eye contact from heavily mascara’d eyelashes, the notorious come-hither stare. Now, if I even bother to scan the room (with my eyebrows furrowed), I expect any man my age to be locked down already.
I swear I see him look down at my tattered yoga pants with the loose waistband and raise his eyebrows. The men were as smooth as Kentucky bourbon and I thought everyone I met was a possible love match. How do you show interest without intimating desperation? Pre-thirties, it was easy to assume any fella I met was single.
I’m at a loss for where or how to meet eligible suitors that are age appropriate and unwed.
While I sit and scratch at the hummus on my yoga pants, I’ve collected some random thoughts about dating: I sort of missed the genesis of Tinder and Bumble and the other copious online dating tools.
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I’m pretty happy here, and maybe that means I’m better off being single. It’s also really fucking exciting to know that I still get to fall in love with someone for the first time again, someone I haven’t even met yet.
One of the greatest gifts of being single is learning to gracefully let go of your “shoulds”. And all you married idiots will have to find a way to fall in love with the same person over and over.
And if he isn’t, I assume something is wrong with him.
Most of the time I keep my eyes from scanning at all. In this age bracket, the next relationship you enter might be “The One”, or at least the possibility of some serious longevity.
I worry that something is broken within me, something preventing me from being attracted to others.
Is this what other women feel like who are single at 35? Does nobody want me because I’m damaged goods, or do I want nobody because . How long will it be before someone breaks down the door and rescues my dog?
I was happily coupled up when they proliferated the dating scene.