dating
All about dating. First dates, three years into a relationship, Tinder, and more.
Maynard's Brother?
When I was still a mostly innocent adult-type person, long ago, I lived in another world called Kalamazoo, Michigan, where you can buy t-shirts that literally say, “Yes, there really is a Kalamazoo,” where the public library has a large piece of artwork that proudly displays the meaningful message: “Tattoo Sue from Kalamazoo Plays a Mean Kazoo”, the only city where Primus will open their concert set, with “A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H… I got a gal…” (sing it with me if you know it) “from Kalamazoo…” I was a freshman at Western Michigan University (go Broncos!), and I had not yet learned that frat parties for me, would be fraught with nothing but terribly awkward social interactions, gyrating hips, men with too-grabby hands, and awful music. Hence, one night, I found myself at one of these disturbing events.
By Kristy Loxton8 years ago in Humans
My Worst Date
#MyWorstDate It was in October, and I was still in my first semester of a university of my first year. I was dating a boy that was still in high school, and I went away to continue my education, so it was a long-distance relationship. The distance wasn't so bad, as it was only a couple of hours away, but we tried to make it work.
By Ashley Tobin8 years ago in Humans
Crass, Crocs, and Confessions... Oh My!
It seems online dating is the way of the future for humans to meet and hook up these days. Through the help of Match.com and eHarmony, the socially handicapped have a chance at finding that special someone, and hooking up is easier than ever with the advent of phone apps like Tinder. We can connect with each other faster and conduct entire relationships solely over the Internet. So why is dating still so damn hard?
By Ashley Kent8 years ago in Humans
The Problem With Ghosting
A few months ago, I started seeing this guy who I really seemed to click with. It was right at the beginning of my first year of university and I was ready to try some new things. We started hanging out a few times a week and even though it really wasn’t anything serious, I obviously started getting attached at a certain point. Besides meeting up three to four times a week, we would text continuously throughout the day, almost non-stop. I was really trying hard not to get my hopes up or get too attached, but I just thought that we got along extremely well. I’m usually quite a shy person, especially around boys, but with him, I never felt one ounce of shyness, even when we slept together the first time. We could hold up a conversation for hours and it was always really interesting. I like a guy who’s intelligent and with whom I can actually have a real conversation, so he really felt like a perfect match for me. I have kind of a fear of commitment and I’m not usually very good at being in a serious relationship, so what we had was actually quite perfect for me because I didn’t really have to commit to anything. However, after three months of seeing each other, I started liking him a lot more than at the beginning and that’s when I realized that I could maybe see myself being in a more serious relationship with him. At that time, we were nearing the end of the semester and the Christmas break was almost there. I would then be returning to my parents while he would do the same, about 5-6 hours away. I started thinking that maybe I would invite him over during the break, or maybe I could visit him at some point, but that is when the ghosting started. A few days before he was supposed to leave, I could feel that he was a bit more distant than usual, but I didn’t really think much of it. On the day he left, I didn't get any news from him until I asked him how his train ride went and he answered me with barely a sentence. A bit later, I sent him a few messages to see how he was doing and I never got an answer from him. So basically, after three months of texting almost every day, he had ghosted me. I obviously quickly got the message and didn’t send any more texts, but I was quite hurt and pissed. My roommate told me that maybe he had stopped texting me because he was busy with his family, but I was also busy and I would have taken the time to text him! Since our relationship wasn’t really serious, to begin with, I understood his need for maybe a break or something, but I really wished that he would have had the decency to at least tell me. It might have hurt more at that moment, but then at least I would know for sure that he wasn’t going to contact me later. By him not answering my messages, I was kind of left hanging and I wasn’t sure if that was really the end or if he would talk to me again. My whole Christmas break I was always hoping that he would send me a message, but he never did. He would look at my stories on Snapchat and Instagram and like my pictures on Instagram but never any text. I wasn’t extremely sad or anything, but obviously, it sucks to be ignored like that and I know very well that ghosting is something that I would never do. Some people think that it’s fine to just ignore somebody instead of acting like a grown up and talking to that person in real life. Giving someone false hope like that is really not acceptable and if you are not ready to grow up and face your problems, then maybe relationships are not for you just yet.
By Isabelle Anne8 years ago in Humans
The Hairdresser Girl: A Date Horror Story
#MyWorstDate It was a cold November evening In the Midwest, the kind of weather that brings out the mufflers and the desperate lovers. I'd just gotten off work but was pretty excited. We had been looking forward to this for several days now. Our first online interaction was on OkCupid and we found through a week of chatting that we shared quite a few common interests. Ergo the anticipation. The place I'd chosen was a quaint Indian restaurant in Omaha that served the best curry I'd had in the Midwest. Not to mention the decor and people set me right at ease making even bad dates quite palatable (not that I expected anything untoward but more on that later). I'd chosen a nice blue sports coat for this date with oxfords, they were kinda my go to kit for a semi-casual evening. Preppie? Yes. But I've always believed that first impressions are important. After all, who would like Mr Rochester or Mr Darcy if not for impeccable clothing and even more impeccable manners? However, my penchant for Victorian customs aside, onto the story. 5 PM was the time we'd chosen to meet and I was there by 5:15. Generally, I try to be early but the traffic was really bad that day. Surprise, surprise she wasn't there. Samantha worked as a hairdresser though, so sometimes she'd get clients at odd hours. I chose to make myself comfortable. Ordered a nice appetizer and got some bread to keep me busy. Unfortunately, she decided to break even the age old principle of 'fashionably late' and showed up at a whopping hour and half after our designated time. "So sorry, had this rich old hag that needed the full treatment, so how are you doing? Lovely to meet you at last." I took in her appearance. Brown chestnut hair, frizzled like crazy, an Iron Maiden t-shirt with a brown jacket, and some ripped jeans. Now, I'm sure that in any other circumstances this would have been appropriate, but evening wear at a nice restaurant, it was not. I, however, endeavored to be non-judgmental (I can hear how judgmental that sounds but we all have our faults).
By Abdullah Masood8 years ago in Humans
Faux Real
You meet women from Portland and they’re like, "Dating here is the worst. Everyone is already building a yurt or starting an online vintage store with their 'partner.'” They flash air quotes and roll their eyes. New Yorkers are equally unimpressed: "Dating here sucks the most. There are so many goddamn models, and the only guys who are aggressive enough to talk to you are investment bankers. Ew."
By Remy Ramirez8 years ago in Humans
