Late night Saturday thoughts: Mediocre dating season
Nov 23rd, 2008 by dino-ray
The other night, I was with a group of people at this bar called Zeitgeist in the Mission. A girl that I had just met was talking to me and she was saying how it was “mediocre dating season.” She went on this discourse about how everyone is in need to couple off this time of year. Ever since then, I couldn’t help but think of this idea - and I think she is right.
As I walk through the streets of San Francisco, I can’t help but notice the swarms couples. Everyone is paired up with someone and, being the cynical single person I am, I roll my eyes, but at the same time I let out a sigh.
For the past handful of months I have not gone out on a date - and I tend to keep it that way. No matter how much I want to have a special person in my life (gag) I am going to continue my fast of dating - mainly because I can’t get one.
Sure, I may get lonely (gag) and I may play depressing country music to remind me that I am single, but I have to be strong and fight the urge to date because, like the aforementioned girl said - it’s mediocre dating season.
Let me explain why - we are inching closer to the holidays and it is the time to have a special somebody. You spend time with them during Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year’s and then Valentine’s day rolls around and then you start to get a little anxious. A couple days past and your eye starts to wander. And before you know it - you have the whole “I want to start seeing other people” speech and then you break up and start slutting yourself around. After that, you have a little break and then Spring Fever comes around and you start looking again - and by that time, it’s serious.
That said, I will not date anyone right now no matter how lonely I get. And even if I am the only single person in a group of couples (like tonight at my cousin’s birthday party), I have to stay strong and text my fellow single cynic Janet when social situations like these arise. I will tell her that I am the only single person in a sea of happy couples. She will just text me back and say, “They may be coupled, but you are way more fabulous.”
Indeed I am.
We’re not ’singles’, we’re leading our lives independently. Singles are what fall out of strippers’ g-strings.