Adult Dating is Hard

Honestly, I haven’t really dated since… 1999?  I met my now ex-husband in high school, in October of 1997.  We never really dated, we just kinda decided we were a couple and then a few months later (February 14th 2000) we went to the court house and got married.  And didn’t tell anyone.  We were absolute idiots.

But before he and I were a we, I dated a few boys, but nothing really long-term.  The only guy I really ever “dated” was a boy I met when I was 15, who told me he was 17.  He was over 21, but didn’t look it, and was here on an expired student visa.  It was a mess.

So, honestly, I have no idea what I’m doing.  That’s a big part of the reason I’d prefer to have someone else make the moves.  Ask me out.  Don’t just say we should hang out, make a plan.  Make it romantic.  Show me that you’re making effort.

I’m tired of casual.  I want something real.


Today’s Dating Culture

I don’t get today’s dating.

There’s no wooing. It’s “come over and chill” and “Let’s hang out.”
If that works for you, hey, I’m genuinely happy for ya. As for me, no thank you.

I desire romance. I want to be wooed. I want to be courted. I want sweetness, and butterflies, wine and roses. Actual dates, not just “hanging out.”

I like the way dating used to work, where a man actually picks a woman up, takes her out, gives her a nice, romantic time, brings her home and doesn’t just expect to jump into bed. I know, it’s idyllic. It’s not entirely reality-based, but it sounds so amazing.

I don’t want Netflix and Chill. I’f I’m watching Netflix, I’m probably sitting at home in my jammies with my cat.

A girl can dream.