This week has made me realize that, for a girl who writes about dating, I’m apparently not very good at it. I have been officially single for almost ten years. In that time, I have racked up my fair share of dates. First dates mostly, a few second dates, and a small handful of “somethings” that last little longer than a few weeks.
But I’ve learned something valuable about myself this week: Perhaps the reason I’ve been single this long is not because I’m picky… Perhaps I’m just bad at dating. 😉
Now, do I really think I’m bad at it? Probably not. This week has just created a perfect storm of stress, irritation and frustration which has subsequently turned into some weird sort of low self-esteem and discomfort….