50 first dates in a year. 3 second dates. Two third. Same boat, different gender. Dating blows.

I matched and sent messages to 10 guys on Bumble and no response. Then the 11th a response. But I have way better success on Tinder and the guys messaging first than Bumble. I deleted Bumble.

A guy who wrote a message like we were in the process of breaking up and were talking about splitting the music collection and who would get the dog.

But why bother at all, then? As an older lady, with men my age preferring 25 year olds, I may be an anomaly in that I send a ton of messages that aren’t responded to. But if I don’t see something in the profile that makes me interested, why bother in the first place? Just saying, You’re cute, gives the conversation…

But if someone in Portland knows a single dude sans kiddo who has a passport and likes sarcasm and eating, send him my way...

Yes. How they were doing with the food I guess??? We aren’t talking anymore.

And to go further on the feminist thing, someone who doesn’t use the word slut as a descriptor of what they are looking for. A guy contacted me for hooking up, he was cute, I asked what he was looking for. He said someone a little slutty. I asked what he meant by that, he said someone who doesn’t lie there. I was all,…

Ate a sleeve of thin mints, drinking sparkling red wine. This week’s dating story is that a guy I’d been out on one date with knew I was going to dinner with a friend. That night I get a text asking how my bowels are doing.

That’s the most beautiful dinner in the world.

That’s a good question . No, he didn’t. We met online and his profile is progressive and the stuff he said was in line with feminism.

Typical dating update. Had a great wonderful date with a feminist funny dude and we are seeing each other again next week. Very happy to have faith in humanity restored.

Damn. I’m going to have way higher expectations now of messages that accompany these sorts of photos. Who knew I was being sold short???

So since I started posting a few weeks ago, it is all about sadsies around dating. Which is sad. I have a rich life! I do! Decent job, history of travel and adventure, dear friends who would cut a bastard for me, hobbies, etc. And yet I’m all sad all the time because I’ve been here a year and can’t get a third date. I…

I’d have said 15 years also. But then I was at a beer festival with a 26 year old (I’m 40) and we were getting on well and he had no issues, but his friend came and then it was like watching two puppies romping around. So bouncy. And his friend kept looking at me like, really? After 30 minutes I was exhausted. So now…

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Trying to decide between pinot noir or gin and seltzer. For dinner, eating chips and french onion dip while trying to pick new classes to keep my brain active and body from becoming even gooier. Your class sounds great. I wonder if we have something like that on offer here...

But what does she eat? Like, when she is sad or angry or realizes that dating blows? I see no pie on this list.

This is a good idea. But I may have to add Saturdays as well. Or would Saturdays be for Dating Blows pie?

Crying in a corner with a drink seems appropriate. May need some snacks. I have cheese popcorn.

I feel ya. I ate six donuts today. I’ve gone on plenty of first dates, but no one wants to have a second. Except for the racist who called me a tough cookie. Ugh