Dating in the "real world"

WHAT A CROCK OF SHIT!!!

Ok, now that I got that out of the way… lets talk dating… in your 30’s… in NYC. You would think it would be a piece of cake to date or to even meet a decent guy in this single packed city. Think again!

Yesterday a friend of mine and I went to this Victorian bar by Union Square with the hopes of a more mature crowd than what we have been seeing at bars lately. We are so sick and tired of the 20-something crowd. Lillies seemed like the perfect place. The crowd was a good mix of late 20s and late 30s and we were standing right in between. There were a few good looking guys (not too many cause if that was the case I’d think I died and went to heaven). Good music. Good bar food. Expectations went from zero to three (and believe me, three is a high number) in a matter of minutes. And then… FLOP!

Does any man in this city ever walk away from their “click” to talk to a woman he doesn't know? It just seems like all the men out there are more into their guy friends than anything else. How do singles meet other singles in the real world, when everybody’s too afraid to talk to each other. Is it really fear? Or is it something else?

I have tried to meet guys outside the online dating world… to no avail. What gives?

Even Average Joe's can be Assholes

I had a brunch date last Sunday. With a regular average Joe type of guy. This bachelor I got straight out of an online dating site. Nothing special. I have decided to date outside my comfort zone and since it’s my preference to date guys with light colored eyes, I went ahead and agreed to this date with someone with brown eyes. Physically, the guy was not my type. But beggars can’t be choosers and since I’m not getting any younger, I’ve decided to not be as picky in the appearances department. We had normal conversation. I found out we had a couple things in common. He said he didn’t like lies and he didn’t lie. I decided to believe him. He told me about his grandpa, camping trips and traveling experiences. I told him how I came to this horrible city and some traveling experiences as well. He let me try his drink and food. I allowed him to do the same. He paid for brunch (which in today’s dating world seems to be rare). He mentioned a “next time”. I smiled. Now we parted ways so I send him a text message to let him know I had a good time and thanks for brunch and “until next time”… and I never heard from him again.

What gives?!? I force myself to go out on a cold Sunday. With a guy I don’t know, straight out of a dating website. Someone I’m not physically attracted to but seemed to get better looking during conversation. He fucking implies there would be a second date and then… > > >


CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHY IS IT SO DIFFICULT FOR PEOPLE TO JUST GROW SOME FUCKING BALLS AND BE HONEST TO ONE ANOTHER?

Dear Mr. Coward Asshole:

If you don’t mean or intend to go out, again, with the girl you’re on a date with… do not mention a next time cause you KNOW there wont be a next time. Do not say “ill call you during the week” cause you KNOW you won’t be calling. Stop being such a fucking coward! Or are your dick and balls so small and inward, almost resembling a vagina and that’s why you acted like such a pussy? If this is the case, kindly buy a strap-on and a dildo and OWN it.

Sincerely,

The Dating Police