Frog Hunting: Just Date It
Another city, another world. Another year with no boyfriend and definitely no marriage. Not even close, my friends. In preparation for the return to dating apps (A prospect that brought me no end of irritation), I began reading a book that is quite the opposite of that book that ruined every Christian dater between the ages of 29 and 39.
I don’t want to give the book hate, because the author has recently repented for the pain it’s caused, but if you grew up in my world, you know what I’m talking about.
The new book was written by a psychologist and relationship therapist. It’s basic premise: Just date for fun, not for marriage. Take the opportunity to learn and grow and have a good time.
I took this as license to become a serial dater and that’s exactly what happened.
A month or so later, I joined a dating app. Within one day I was talking to 15 or so guys and within four days I had six dates lined up in one week.
This was a little ambitious for my first week and I found the need to sit down with my calendar and write out who I was meeting where, and when, their basic profile information, etc. I sat chewing on the edge of my pen, muttering, “Gee, it’s hard to keep all these men straight.” (Words I have never, ever said in my entire dating career).
But this careful scheduling didn’t prepare for the impromptu dates that arose without previous planning. Like the one time a gentleman from the app wanted to meet at the beach. I was shopping when he texted, so I invited him to meet me where I was.
As I dribbled around waiting for him to arrive, I realized I was wearing a tank top that said, “Let’s Get it On.”
Probably not the best shirt to wear to a first date, so I ducked into H&M and bought a $5 tank.
That date was a bust, but at least I got a new tank.