Since sometime before I moved to Edmonton I had long been dreaming of writing a blog about my online dating experiences because let me tell you when you are open minded and truly want to see the best in everyone – you really meet some interesting people. The problem is – there are lots of people that I have dated that could come across said tales of hilarity, awkwardness and down right insane-ness. Granted, I am not obtuse enough to think that people care about me that much or about what I have to say, or that people that I used to date read my little rantings, also truth be told, there are a lot of them that just don’t speak very good English. So, there is that … but my point is – I haven’t quite figured out how to be descriptive yet vague, all telling but discrete – because lets be honest, subtleness is not my forte.
Anyway – I am pondering the idea of opening up the flood gates of my adventures in online dating while in your 30ies, in a city where the primary industry is something I am not quite caught up in and the race to overworking and dying young is all to apparent. But since I too am caught up in money, money, money, money and the desperate desire to dominate my debt my dating life has kind of diminished. But with spring in the air – it’s time to get back on the dating saddle – full force. (hahahaha – yeah, I said that)
My experience so far in Edmonton has been sort of bleak. Not totally – there have been a couple of super sweet not a good match men. But over all I am uninspired. The online dating pool in your 30ies is flooded with men who are in “open relationships” and they promise their wives know, it’s flooded with males looking for an adventurous women for their wife, a lot of rig pigs that have pictures of their freshly hunted deer, elk or some other animal that they have just murdered and them smiling so proud and accomplished. There is a whole bunch of people that aspire to travel but what they mean is all inclusive Mexico. I have been proposed to for a visa, offered to be paid to service a brother, been accused of being a prude because I wouldn’t let a man come to my apartment after a 3 text first conversation on Tinder, I have been ghosted more times than I can count, I have been friend zoned, laughed at and still, friends, I GO BACK FOR MORE! Needless to say it has been an interesting ride (pardon the pun) of interesting people and great stories.
Basically this post is a feeler for the audience of such a monthly or weekly column of sorts on this lifestyle blog. So if you are reading this and think you might want to read such a series – throw down a like or a comment so I know people are interested.
Until then Beautifuls, remember the night is only as Tinder as you make it.