I convinced myself and everyone around me that I was a going to be a confident socialite with a carefree attitude who was going to date multiple people like a “Charlotte-esque” pick-up artist. This was the way modern people date and I was finally going to put my monogamous dating patterns to rest. I was going to do this! I was downloading apps, uploading photos and penning witty tag-lines highlighting my musical bookworminess. I was the sexy librarian who was jumping in the game and who was going to win!
This strategy worked for approximately 4 days.
And it wasn’t because I couldn’t meet enough eligible bachelors to fill my queue. I had options. People were interested despite what I’ve said about “Nobody wanting to hook up with me on Tinder.” On the surface, that was true. Nobody did. But I was having a different type of luck. I was being right-swiped by the seemingly “normal handsomes” who actually wanted to get to know me and take me out (or for all intensive purposes “seemed to”)
A bubbly business guy by day and music lover by night wanted to picnic while catching one of the famous summer concerts on the Santa Monica Pier.
A young, vibrant movie producer wanted to meet me for an afternoon coffee while taking a stroll through the park that bordered the beach. (This was the one that had a pot-bellied pig that I referred to here. Maybe a little strange, but he was funny and cute so I likely would have met him for coffee).
An entrepreneur/transplant from the east-coast wanted to take me to a painting and wine class.
A fellow art/music buff with an unusual name wanted to take me to his favorite divey restaurant that he couldn’t believe I was never at since it’s not far from my house.
But I will never know what could or would have happened with any of these people, because I didn’t follow any of the rules or self-proclamations that I was so determined to follow.
It turns out, not only was I not capable of being a star-player in the game of dating, but I wasn’t fit to be a rookie….a bench-warmer…or a water-girl.
What I was capable of was falling for someone in six short dates.
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