Do you want an inside glimpse at a dating diary of a thirty something? Someone shared her diary with me – and asked me to blog about it.
Occasionally, I get a private message from people I know – women and men – who are single and read my blog asking me to write about their experiences. Recently, I got a message from a random acquaintance stating that every time she reads my blog, it is a reminder to her as to why she is still single. Her exact words were, “I always think maybe it’s me, maybe I am doing something wrong. But I know it’s not me. It’s just impossible to find a decent guy who you are compatible with and who is looking for more than just sex.”
Boy do I know what she means. I’ve been called a serial dater in the past. I’ve analyzed my own dating experiences over and over again. How do some people just seem to fall into relationships after barely just getting out of one? I’ve been trying for four years, and I can count on one hand the number of guys that have turned into a second date – never mind beyond.
Some friends tell me I am too picky. Others have said I’m going for the wrong type of guy. That’s definitely not the problem – I’ve tried more fucking flavors than a Baskin-Robbins. From plumbers and electricians to bank executives, and even a doctor or two. From early 30s to late 40s. Married and never been married. Kids, no kids. Five miles away to 50 miles away. I’ve taken my chances on every popular dating site, even the ones I’ve had to pay for. I’ve met people through mutual friends.
I even still talk to some guys I’ve been out with where the chemistry may not have been there, but we were both mature about it and randomly say hello. And they are good guys so the fact that we still communicate on occasion tells me I must be somewhat decent and normal.
So here is the low-down on this woman who shared her dating diary with me. I know her mostly through mutual friends, and have even hung out with her a few times. Early 30s, attractive, college educated, and totally down to earth.
So here is her dating diary over the last six months, with notes included. Out of 20, she only went to a second date with three, and never to a third date.
- Brian, 33, Real Estate Agent — Crazy, didn’t understand social cues, truly thought he was going to kill me.
- Joe, 34, Financial analyst – Very nice, no real chemistry (contacted me months later apologizing saying that he wasn’t really ready to date when we met)
- Dan, 35, Banker – Really awkward, took 2 hours to drink a single beer, ate like a bird, loved musicals and The Golden Girls.
- Brian, 32, Golf Pro – Nice, cute, boring
- Noah, 34 (Occupation escapes me), Awkward, 30 min late for our date, put down exactly half of the check when it came. Reached out to me again 6 months later.
- Jon, 34, Tech Support Manager – Shorter than advertised, closed minded (extremely liberal and said he didn’t like anyone who didn’t share his beliefs), spit when he spoke
- Ali, 36, Police Officer – Aggressive, sweet talker, stopped talking to me after I wouldn’t sleep with him on the 2nd
- Peter, 32, Security Guard – Strange, lived at home with parents, obsessed with chick flicks and Disney movies.
- Billy, 32, Chauffer – Really sweet, thoughtful, no ambition, unsettled
- Jeff, 32, Bike Mechanic – Funny, sweet, honest, no chemistry
- Eric, 27, Government – Cute, funny, sweet, no real chemistry
- Patrick, 31, Teacher – Fun, lots of chemistry, disappeared
- Lee, 34, Accountant – Awkward, boring, criticized me almost immediately
- Joel, 37, (occupation escapes me) – Looked nothing like his pictures, walked with a limp
- Michael, 32, Carpenter – Irish cutie, sweet, smart, disappeared
- Jim, 32, Car Salesman – ambitious, smart, humble, lots of chemistry, disappeared
- Dan, 37, Software engineer – Cute, fun. Went on two dates and had a great time. Told me I was too nice.
- Nate, 32, Car Salesman (former baseball player) – Better in pictures, not a ton in common
- Sandy, 34, Robotics Engineer – Nice, polite, no chemistry
- Jack, 33, Sales Exec – Stood me up, five minutes before we were supposed to meet, he texted me something came up.
Is this not crazy? I mean, think about it. That’s about a date a week. And this woman does not have children which makes her dating pool and flexibility even that much more than mine. Out of 20 men she actually met in person, and not including the dozens she likely talked to who disappeared, and she can’t find chemistry with one.
I swear, the next person I hear say, “It will happen when you least expect it” will be choked. Or for the married people I know who often tell me they “live vicariously through me” – does this look fun?
As this woman states, “There is nothing more I want than to find a great guy.” I hear you, friend. But as for how many of them are out there and not already taken, the odds are very bleak. You might as well accept your fate like I have and get used to BOB being your only boyfriend.