I’ll Say It Again, Dating Is Stupid

My friend told me that I don’t give guys a chance.

There seems to be two camps among my female population of friends. First, there’s the Give Him A Chance group (my friend) who believe in things like “duty dating,” “being open-minded,” and treating dates as opportunity to practice initiating conversation on vanilla topics (traffic on the 405, best picture nominations, and sushi), and not the inappropriate topics I manage to incite (past relationships, therapy sessions, and IBS).

Then there’s the First Five Seconds group who tend to be a lot racier and believe in things like instincts (as in “you know in the first five seconds”) and not wasting the time and money of people for the sake of practicing your conversation skills, or hoping to make a “new friend.” Men, according to the First Five Seconds, aren’t interested in developing friendships with women.

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Putting aside the interesting development that men in my generation have become metrosexualized/feminized to the point of mass confusion (a boon for the stray Alpha Male…), in the end, it’s all one big amorphous plot to validate my pervading sense of rejection (what’s up with all the SAT words?…).

I hate to sound like the beginning of a bad romantic comedy, but, if and when I do “meet someone,” (just figured out that this is a euephemism for someone you want to sleep with…why did it take me 35 years?) it’s just going to be one long painful road to rejection. Either rejecting or being rejected. Even if you’re married and committed till the day said person dies (unless I have the good fortune of keeling over first, at which point I’ll have to watch his dating practices in fear and judgement from other side), there’s still always that last thought “…was our relationship not reason enough to keep living?”

And that’s why I think dating is stupid (I know I sound like a ten-year-old).

Just for today, I can be honest about my cynical views on dating.