30s dating advice
But I keep turning corners, and I keep meeting finance guys with high cholesterol who just discovered Williamsburg. Sometimes I think I should’ve picked someone when I was 25 and stupid, and then just made it work.
The catch is, as we become increasingly picky, the pool of soul mates keeps getting smaller.
” after knowing someone for the duration of a martini makes you feel like an insane, rom-com cliché of a woman. Essentially, we are far more discriminating in our 30s than we were in our 20s, which is both a blessing and a curse.
We know more about what we want and what we won’t tolerate—but to a point where almost no one is good enough.
If you had asked me two years ago about having a family, I would have been like, “Eww, why would I have kids when I could devote my life to more important things, like blogging and attending mediocre sex parties? Maybe I should just start a family.” (I guess biology is real?
) There comes a point at which eating steak alone at Le Bernadin and winking at strangers no longer feels exciting, and you’d rather actually connect with another human being on a level deeper than “I’m drunk and you’re in front of me.” And one thing that I definitely don’t want is to hit 35 and enter a uterus panic mode.
I want to be surrounded by people who love me when I’m old, not making small talk with strangers, then going home to crack a can of tuna and get on Reddit.
I’d rather be dead.” He paused for dramatic effect.
It’s also that dating itself becomes more difficult. You don’t want to waste your time on someone who doesn’t feel like they could be “the one.” But simultaneously, thinking “would he make a good dad?So, being single, I had to hire a random man from the Internet to carry it for me.Then I had to hire a different man to install it, only to have that man explain that I’d bought an AC with the wrong voltage for my building, which meant that I had to rehire the first man to carry the AC back downstairs again.When I was younger, I took it for granted that my friends would always be available for hungover brunches and emergency threesomes.
But now, seeing my friends usually means being the one single person amid a mob of couples, who treat me either like hired entertainment (“tell us a funny Tinder story, clown! For instance, for years now my friends and I have spent summer weekends at a shared beach house on Fire Island.I am officially the last single person in my friend group. It feels like just yesterday we were being rejected from Raya, and now suddenly everyone is scouting for wedding venues upstate—except me.