Ditching Dates, (for 8 weeks)
by Write by Tanisha
Where have I been?
Well, Fuckboy ended up confessing his undying love for me and insisted on treating me like a lady by taking me on a couple of dates. A couple of weeks later I found out he was in Thailand with his ex, was it even his ex? Who knows. Fuckboys are Fuckboys for a reason, and after much chasing on his part, I have stayed strong and completely ignored his attempts at contact. And this time I actually have learned, they don’t change- even if they take you on a date without sleeping with you.
I went on a few dates with another guy who had chat more dull than the grey paint in a prison.
I met a guy in a club who subsequently messaged me, I obviously stalked him- top tip, put their phone number into Facebook search if you don’t know their surname. Worked a treat, up came his profile along with recent wedding pics, him the groom. So in response to his ‘would love to take you for a drink’ text, came my ‘not sure your wife would approve’. Next.
I do think I must have been a hoe in my past life, because the men I attract are just, well, shockers. Maybe it’s me. I don’t particularly want a boyfriend, I don’t feel I need someone to ‘complete’ me and I hate the phrase ‘other half’ because I feel we should feel whole and anyone else just adds to your wholesome happy self. But I’m 28 and my eggs are dying over here so I need to be more open to the idea of commitment, and less of a sceptic, which is my problem. My ‘independent, don’t need no man’ vibes clearly only attract a certain type.
So I’m going to focus on myself even more, for a solid 8 weeks. Having signed up to an 8 week challenge with my F45 studio which starts next week, I’m just starting to come to terms with/panic that I won’t be out for dinner or drinks for the next two months. So that means no dates, because I can’t not drink on a date, unless it’s like a hike or something, which FYI if you ask me on a hike on a first date, I’m not the one for you. Then again, I could be after this 8 week hell which promises to tone the shit out of me.
So to keep myself sane, I’m going to be posting weekly updates to keep me accountable, and who knows there might be a potential fat to fitty I meet on this challenge who isn’t married or as dull as dishwater.