How are you still single?
Anybody else get this question a lot? Like, on the regular? I do. All the time. And I’ve never really known how to answer it. I usually feel like saying “If I knew, I wouldn’t be single ” but that feels snarky and like I’m unhappy with being single, which is not necessarily the case. Besides, people aren’t usually trying to be rude. In fact, I think that a lot of them actually mean it as a compliment. They think, “You’re so friendly and smart and attractive, how come someone hasn’t scooped you up yet?” I get that. It’s just not really a helpful or productive question. Here are examples of questions that are more productive:
“Would you like to have dinner with me?”
“I’ve got tickets to this concert, do you want to come with me?”
“Who’s your favorite Game of Thrones character?”
I know that third one is unrelated but I would much rather talk about Daenerys and her dragons than why I haven’t found a suitor.
But I digress.
Why am I still single? I find myself wanting to answer earnestly, but I just can’t. The snark just comes up like word vomit and I have to hold it back. So I usually say something like “Oh just bad luck I guess” or “I guess I haven’t met my someone yet” which makes me want to actually vomit. Which reminds me of my first Hinge date.
That’s what this blog is; a series of uncomfortable dating stories. My stories. Some are merely awkward, some are cringeworthy, some have made me consider lesbianism (despite my Subaru driving and softball playing, it just isn’t meant to be.)
So here it is in weekly installments; my long winded answer to the question
“How are you still single?”