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The second way I no longer know how to date is: honestly, what even are dates now? It’s changed into something I no longer recognize or know how to do, and furthermore, it’s no longer something I want to do.
The end result is I really don’t date much anymore. If I don’t participate in dating, how am I ever going to meet someone?
But now, all I know is that he went skiing last winter and has two sisters with whom his mom still makes him take photos with in matching Christmas pajamas. Now, dating is apparently a much more casual endeavor, so casual in fact I find it hard to find the line between dating and simply having a pulse.
If there was any actual human connection attracting me to my dates, I might look forward to them, instead of approaching them like they’re a scary jar from the back of the fridge that’s probably gone bad. Dating is not what it once was, I have been slapped with a wet mackerel across the face containing that knowledge, I can assure you. I shared a subway pole with a guy yesterday, was that a date?
The original dating game shows were introduced by television producer Chuck Barris. I have earned my bitterness merit badge and no one will take it from me. The word “date” carries with it a waft of romance and excitement that I simply wasn’t comfortable assigning to an event where I met a stranger for the first time and hoped his profile photos were accurate. At this stage in my single life, I recoil at the idea of showering, putting on makeup, picking out an outfit, and blow drying my hair even I’ve probably gone on a first date over a hundred times, and I don’t think I have anything left to give to that effort.Wait, that’s not right — I’m definitely going to see him walking down Park Avenue in seven months and avoid his gaze at all costs. I don’t know this person, we haven’t sparked yet, not in real life, anyway.There’s nothing really there to dive me toward excitement, and it’s that palpable lack compounded over 11 years of dating that leaves me feeling so empty.
But I also feel that my path to meeting him has very little to do with an awkward hug hello, two glasses of wine in Williamsburg, and three repetitions of how to pronounce my name. My very participation in my own singleness has morphed into something that contains much less pressure and senseless effort than it used to, and I’m into it.