I'm two months from my 34th birthday and I just realized I spent pretty much the entire length of my 30s stone-cold single.
I’m dreaming about the next time I see you. Of our eyes locking, our fingers brushing, of the moment when we realize that we feel the same way about each other, and that this is something worth pursuing. Or am I crazy? Did you feel it too?
At first, he did a lot of things right. Then he did a lot of things wrong; he made the mistake that so many guys make.
Time and time again, I run into idiot adult men who don’t know how to do a first date properly. So, I’m gonna get some hell for this one, but I don’t care… these are the rules for the first date.
As I look back on the last year, I feel fortunate to have adopted these three principles, now so wholly ingrained in my thinking that they might as well be a part of me.
Scary, at first, but once the floodgates were open, the POWER this revelation brought surged through me. This was me, my truth, my humble heart: "I'm not over you."
Over the past decade, I dived into dating apps in earnest, looking for the one — only to be disappointed and bored. I quit.
I spent much of my late 20s and early 30s trying to lock down all the things I thought I was supposed to have (and society expected me to have) "by the time I was 30.”
Being confident doesn't mean going after him. It's knowing your worth, it's preserving your dignity, it's putting up with no crap.
It rings a little alarm bell in your mind. It makes you tilt your head. You can’t put a finger on it… but something’s not right. Something doesn’t make sense.