Swiping Stupid
Yes I'm on dating sites. No I don't boast about it, nor am I ashamed. Bumping grocery carts with the man of my dreams is the way of the past. Regardless if I meet guys online, a bar, or through acquaintances, it seems to be the same outcome. No wonder Taylor Swift has so many songs ;) Life is supposed to be sweet so instead of allowing dating defeats to make me bitter, I create my own sweetness. Here's just a couple results of a fling bursting into flames, being ghosted, and me having to break things off with a non-spark.
End Game's the Same, Dating Comes in Waves
There’s a fine line between anesthetized and shattered. The numbness a girl can harness is safe, a way to wrap herself in protection from sweet, little lies. But it is so easy to let someone in. To feel something for once that’s deceptively beautiful. You can say you won’t let another one in— this time I’m going to “just have fun” or “date like a guy and keep the emotion out of it” but, is that ever reality? Can you ever truly leave emotion out of it when you’ve made that connection? I wrestle with this every dozen guys or so. I say this so casually because connections are rare in the perfect amount: not too scarce but not easily tangible. So, upon discovering said connection, a rush tingles through your fingertips and now there’s a difference when his name flashes on your phone versus the others. But don’t underestimate the importance of “the others.” These play a part when this temporary “connection” pulls away. When he fades like just another sunset, you’re not alone. It’s a shallow kind of comfort but the heart becomes desperate when struck. This wrapped with a warped confidence that you’re worth it keeps you warm through another night… well, warm enough—it’s not “him” after all. But don’t be naive enough to think you’re the only operator harnessing the secret weapon of “others.” Your “connection” not only has “others” but, there’s a chance you’re one of his. I know, that stings. Isn’t infatuation fun?