I’ll admit it, this nicknaming is also a bit of defense mechanism. As author Sara Ashley O’Brien describes here, “she thinks women do it to keep men at an emotional arm’s length—so it’s not as painful if the relationship fizzles out (especially when you have to tell your girlfriends that, no, you haven’t heard from Bowling Guy in more than two weeks).”
How do you write a book? Where do you start? How do I get published? Is my writing even good enough to get published? What are successful authors writing about? What category do I want to write in? Do I need a ghost writer? A co-author?
This year I’m celebrating another Valentine’s Day without you, but I cannot wait to spend a lifetime of them with you in our future. I imagine waking up next to you on this special day and thanking God. I will thank him for every year I woke up alone because it was that time that he was preparing us both. I will look over at you while you are still sleeping but I say a quick prayer over you.
I usually meet that comment with my normal eye roll and a fake chuckle. I’m so used to hearing it now that I’ve actually thrown out my entire defense. I’m sad to admit that as much as I hate that “picky” label, I just quietly accept it. I’m told my tastes will mature as I get older. I won’t care about things as frivolous as clean sneakers or how he says goodbye when he hangs up the phone.
About a year and a half ago a gentleman slid into my DM's. Although his page was private, I could still gather a bit about him. He was obviously some type of boxer. His icon picture was one of him in the ring with the whole get up on, championship belt included. His bio said something along the lines of “Boxing is not a hobby, It’s a lifestyle.” He had listed his hometown, he was from the south,
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Anyhow, Tinder, Bumble, Raya, The League.... I’ve heard all these names thrown around but I’ve never taken any time of my own to investigate them. I hear Bumble is all the rage if you’re looking for a guy who’s husband material. The League is like the happy hour crowd of dating apps. Raya is the elite members only club where you can find a celebrity, creative or the next Elon Musk. and Tinder? Tinder has the reputation for local hook ups and the one or two random miracle love stories that end up as advertisements for the app.
In a world where my best friends are getting married and/or having babies, I’m stuck in the dating game. This new aged dating game is nothing like Clue or LIFE. It’s a combination game of Dare, Risk, and Limbo.
The first call came the night before the flight. He sent over her flight information and they were sitting in 27A & 27B. Now listen, there’s nothing wrong with flying economy if that’s what you’re used to and that’s within your budget. But when she has Delta status and flies herself first class and when he drives a Bentley and owns 3 businesses, why are they in economy? Not even economy plus? And yes, she did check, there were first class available.
I stand before you all and declare, that as of today, I am DONE dating the “Damn Babe, That Sucks.” kind of guy. From here on out, I will only date the “What Can I Do To Help?” type of guy.
