The real experiences of a thirty-something girl and a brutal look at dating, depression, social observations and the society around her.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Where did I go wrong?

This is a question I keep asking myself, and unfortunately, I'm not sure what the correct answer is.

It could be that I moved back in to my parents house after college, or maybe the fact I invested in a house hours from where I work so I can't live there full time. Whatever the reason is, somewhere things got truly messed up.

The other day I was filling something out for a casting call, and it asked when the last time I was on a date. Do you know that I couldn't even remember?

While this makes me sad, and beyond embarrassed, it doesn't make me upset enough to do something about it.

I won't join an online dating site or enlist the help of a professional matchmaker. Heck, I won't even go to more events as a potential way of meeting prospects.

Why?

Because rejection hurts worse than status quo.

I know how a night at a charity event ends -- me seeing someone cute, them ignoring me, or ditching my business card in the nearest trash can.

That, is more upsetting than just not having anyone to start with.

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