While checking out search engine results for Single in the Suburbs, I came across an interesting blog by the same name. The first post I saw was (at the time) the last post of the blog, and advised readers that it was unlikely to be updated regularly in the future: 12/27/2010: The End of An Era?*
I started this blog in December of 2009, one year ago and I have yet to find any real connection…Hopefully 2011 will be better for me in the love dept.
I still have my POF account, but am not checking it often. Perhaps once a week or so, and if someone strikes my attention, I may meet and write about it, but dating will no longer (for now at least) be a priority in my life. Obviously over 100 dates in one year is not the way to go…
The subtitle of the blog is A journey through my dating adventures, one date at a time… This kind of blog is evidently very popular, where women recount their search for Mr. right. Seeing how it ended made me want to check out the beginning:
Ever since I can remember, I’ve wanted to be married and settled down. I was a bride 4 Halloweens out of about 11 I celebrated as a child. Now, as an adult I am one of the only single people I know and have witnessed friends who at one point swore off men all together or didn’t believe in marriage, walk down the aisle with a smile. I no longer have single girlfriends to go on the prowl with and no longer enjoy the hunt. I want to find love.
Some of my readers are likely tempted at this point to guess the blogger’s age. But you can’t assume she is in her late 20s or early 30s just because she is on a husband hunt. The median age for marriage for women in the US is 26, which means half of all women who do marry have married by that age. While I’m at it, don’t assume that she isn’t interested in commitment or has created a long and unrealistic list of expectations. Nor should you assume she has viewed her experience with men as an opportunity to revel in attention or judge the performance of the men she dates. Now that you are properly chastised against jumping to conclusions, I’ll continue telling the story.
I was 13 years old and my group went to the high school football homecoming game. I was dared to kiss my “school boyfriend” for 5 seconds under the bleachers. I remember it was 5 seconds because my friend Erica had a stop watch. As our lips locked, my girlfriends shouted at the top of their lunges, “TOUCHDOWN”. It was both humiliating and fantastic. From those 5 seconds, I was hooked on kissing!
Ok, so maybe she likes a little attention. Who doesn’t? It doesn’t mean all of the other assumptions you jumped to are true. She continues, now recounting her experience as an adult:
Yes, that’s right…I was married at one time. I was 21 years old…
While, it did last longer than most expected, we were divorced 3 years later. I will spare you the details…3 months of partying with my single girlfriends later, I was in another long term relationship. This one lasting 4 years…
So now, here I am at 28 and single for the first time in my adult life.
Ok, so maybe a few more turned out to be correct. Anyone ever tell you not to be such a smartass?
I have a long list of pre-requisites and I am super picky. My list gets longer and longer the more I date and I will not settle until I find the perfect guy for me.
I got nuthin’
*I decided not to hot link to the original blog, assuming this isn’t a discussion she would prefer to read as a source of traffic there. You can paste this URL directly into your browser and see her blog there: http://blog.kristinaking.com/2010/12/12272010-end-of-era.html