Why is dating so damn hard? Someone likes me, I don’t like him back. I like someone, he doesn’t like me back. I’m dating someone and we like each other enough but not enough enough and then we just become friends. This is insanity! I have enough friends! CHECK MY FACEBOOK!
I might be bitching but this problem is not unique to me which pisses me off even more. The entire city of New York is dating yet I know not a single human being, male or female, who has met someone and fallen in love and gotten married in the six freaking years I have been here. Why is that, New York? I think it’s because we are a bunch of liars. Meeting someone who is the jam in my jelly roll can’t be that hard unless the people who are on the market are really not all that on the market.
Granted, there are some fundamentally inappropriate people out there and yes, you have to put up with the shit butter on your search for butter cream. HOWEVER… I am getting really frustrated eating crow. I’m a nice girl and I’m friends with nice girls and nice guys and I have dated nice guys and I have met nice girls that my nice guy friends have dated and you know what? WE ARE ALL SINGLE.
WHY IS THAT? HAS IT ALWAYS BEEN THIS HARD (and by “hard” I mean “fucked up to the 81st degree of what-the-good-god-damn”)?
At the risk of getting all Carrie Bradshaw, I really wonder how this all works and when/where it ends. It really seems like a vicious cycle and if I’m forced to run around in circles like a gimp whose one leg is drastically shorter than the other, I think some sort of weight loss and mental clarity should be the reward.