I did have a few good-luck chuck moments as I know at least one of the guys mentioned in this blog is also now married (plus every one of my exes). I think of this as great fucking karma for the rest of my life.
Using this karma and the latest and greatest apps of this world (i'd like to thank tinder, hinge, happn, bumble, jswipe (kidding, maybe)), I proceeded to look for Mr. Right for the last few years getting dangerously close to egg-freezing years. I bucked up and joined match.com (again) hoping for better alternatives only to have 50 year old guys like plumber Larry from Wisconsin messaging me on the reg.
I then took a break and really took a good look at my checklist. Even my therapist politely commented that maybe my reach was a bit too narrow (especially for Chicago), but I blinded chugged along. I did randomly meet the checklist guy at a dinner party and we proceeded to date for a few months. He was well-educated, good-looking, sophisticated, well-mannered, and foreign and took me on several great dates in the city. I decided that I wasn't really feeling it and so I ended it because he just couldn't live up to my standards. Truth, that last part is a lie and he broke it off unceremoniously over a phone call. I cried to my bestie for about 5min, swore to have a fun single summer and live out my years as a golden spinster.
The end of Chicago summer gave me a reality check that maybe wine and Netflix alone for the next 8 months wasn't exactly the future I imagined. I turned the Labor Day corner and shouted see me world and had the guys come running. Also false, I just signed up for match again. So here's to letting you in on all my dating adventures and hoping that this karma will finally pay its dues.
**I've kept the dates from those first years of this blog because...well, see for yourself.
**I've kept the dates from those first years of this blog because...well, see for yourself.
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