Episode 1: Dating in NYC
Was it always this fucking hard to date? Seriously, someone please bring me back to reality if I’m off base here but in the wise words of Olivia Rodrigo, “it’s brutal out here.”
I’m told “get on the apps, so much easier to meet people that way.” *Gets on the apps, only met with disappointment and people not really interested in dating* I’m told, “oh no, I could never do the apps, just try and meet someone in person.” *Tries to ask someone out in person and gets ghosted after making plans.* I’m told, “you’re being too picky, just go on more dates with people you might not normally to see if you’re missing out elsewhere.” *Goes on possibly the worst date of my life (so far) with a self-absorbed racist pretty boy.*
Was it always this fucking hard to date? Nothing but brutal honesty here, but the dates recently have me reassessing bad past-relationships being somewhat…good, riddle me that. Don’t worry though, in the wise words of Taylor Swift, “we are never ever getting back together.”
I’m told, “maybe it’s just not your time, let it come naturally.” *Eye twitches knowing it’s easy to say that when you’re in a happy relationship.* I’m told, “you were always in a relationship, enjoy this single time.” *Eye twitches again, knowing that’s true but also knowing myself enough to know I love being with someone.* I’m told, “well the men in New York City just aren’t it.” *This city has the highest population of any city in the US, I’m sorry that can’t be a blanket statement when all of my friends are in long-term relationships.*
Was it always this fucking hard to date? Tonight I found myself walking along Thompkins Square Park, it’s cold enough out now where breath is visible and it’s a little painfully cold to cry, so I didn’t. But I wanted to. The beautiful but gut wrenching words of Mark Ambor’s “someone that’s better” didn’t help.
Maybe tomorrow it’ll be less fucking hard to date.