I know I missed last week.
Inconsistency will be part of the brand that I do not have. What is crazy is that I never remember and am insecure about what I type in these things too. I am well aware that is stupid because I know I designated this as my safe space.
Many of my friends know this story I am about to tell and my parents only know the surface level of it.
So August of 2020 semester I decided to have a little fun based off of a lunch I had with my Aunt Stephanie.. She brought me to lunch one day the summer before my freshman year at LSU in 2017. She told me a story about how she was seeing, but not committed to, multiple guys at once in college and said, "A girls gotta eat." That amongst other ways to be save and not too naive stuck to me like glue.
I would like to think that I am relatively safe when it comes to dating, especially when meeting guys through dating apps like tinder, bumble and hinge. Many of my friends have my location, they know where I am going and a safe-word to call me when I am on one of the dates incase I want to leave.
Well, the very first dade that sparked my 34 dates began with a guy that I am going to call Brad for his sake. I credit this date as one of the worst dates of my life. Even after the little social experiment that started it.
The details of the date will be spared but know that he cooked me a terrible dinner and I slept with him after and it was worse than the dinner. Just as I left his house I had to call Rylee, one of my best friends, to yell and scream about how horrible it was.. Brad single handedly influenced me to start my greatest adventure in my 20 years of life up until that moment.
I downloaded all of the dating apps and decided to be a serial dater.
Serial dating as in date as many guys as I could within that semester of college and try to get as many free meals and experiences as I could out of them.
Now, before you go on and say this is horrible and I am using people let me set the record straight that I worked full time during this and was more than willing (and did) pay for my half in some instances.
As I was on this little expedition I thought I was going to find a guy that would just turn my world upside down and make me fall head over heals for him. Thankfully, this is real life and not a Netflix original and I did not meet anyone of the sorts.
Instead, I found my greatest character flow with this experiment. You see, I am a double major with communications and psychology. So it will be hard to have a bad time with me because I can talk about anything and do know how to make people comfortable.
My character flaw is that I will be sitting across the table having the surface level conversations with these guys and psychologically analyze them based off of context clues. It is genuinely a blessing and a curse to know how some of these guys will react to such a great date but I never had intention of a second one. This whole little adventure nearly convinced myself that I was psychotic.
But then again, I am only 22 so it is okay to be young and toxic right now. There is no rhyme or reason as to why I am telling this story or information now. I just feel as though it needs to be out in the open for people to know.
Plus life is kinda short for people to take these kinds of situations too seriously. And if anything I am an expert dater now.
Just a stressed out girl that uses a blog as a release.