My journey through the dating jungle of Boston and looking good while doing it.
Ms. Purple: The Next Tucker Max, Nah
Time out. It’s been an interesting four months. I’ve met and corresponded with some unique men that just couldn’t quite make it to the first date:
-Man who followed me out of the Metro with all his belongings and asked me if I wanted to join him for something to eat as he was just kicked out of his apartment by his roommate.
-Different man who answered my Missed Connections ad off of Craigslist to man previously described above as my co-worker suggested that he could have been my “true love”. (Her favorite movie is Greencard and thinks that true love should be a “parcels crashing” story.) Highly doubted it, but sent out CL ad anyway. Got two responses.
-Normal-sounding law student who was moving to CA where it took an hour of chatting with him before realizing he was a submissive. (He asked if he could be my pet and I joked he could sleep at the foot of my bed. It went downhill from there as he was secretly pleased and then realized he had a foot fetish.)
My experience has yielded good dates, horrific dates, fantastic dates, so-so dates, and repeated dates where I’ve genuinely gotten to like the person the more I saw them.
That’s why sometimes I feel so torn about this project. The guys I date don’t know about my 30 dates for the year; I imagine they wouldn’t be too pleased about me writing about them, then posting it to the world. If the tables were turned, not only would I be pissed, I’d be out to slash their tires.
And yet, I continue to forge on. Whenever I start to lose my nerve, my good friends call me back to bolster my dating spirit.
Ms. Green: “You’re not writing to disrespect, you’re writing to understand how the dating process works.”
Ms. Gold: “You’re not Tucker Max, Purple. When was the last time you wrote about how many times you’ve gotten blown in a bathroom in one night?”
And they’re right. This project is about dating. I’m writing about my successes and failures, and everything in between. Who knows if Red, Goldie, Green or I will even get to finish 30 dates. What if I find true love at Date 17?
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