The Bad Women of 30’s Dating

This post isn’t scientific but from my real world experience of dating over the past few years.  The old cliche is that the dating pool in your 30’s is pretty bleak and I can say that’s very true.  Lets focus on some (not all) of the women you’ll encounter when dating in your 30’s.

The Clueless Serial Dater

She’s on a few different dating sites / apps which makes you think she’s tired of being single and is ready to settle down, except she isn’t.  I’ve dated many of these over the years and they’re all still single to this day.  Why?  I really have no idea, but generally you can assume its because she either has no idea what she wants, is still hung up on a long moved-on ex, has serious commitment issues or is simply content going on a couple dates per week to have a free glass of wine bought for her and nothing else.   She’s been doing this so long that no guy really has a chance (she goes on 50-100 dates a year) you’re just a number to her and her mind is elsewhere.  Where?  Who knows and who cares.  Avoid.

The One With Mental Health Or Other Problematic Issues

This one is hard to explain, its kinda like that guy who was asked to define porn in court,  he said he couldn’t define it but knew it when he saw it.  You’ll know this one when you run into her as the disorders are of such a wide range.  They range from general man hating to severe unchecked depression and everything in-between.  The first few dates will go seemingly well, but their true self comes out eventually and most men run for the hills.  This prompts her to periodically delete all dating apps, but she’ll be back – as always.

The Ones That Expect You To Also Date Their Families

Rare, but still out there even during 30’s dating.  This one is perfect on paper and you’ll be awestruck as to why she’s even single in the first place.  It’s because she’s in search of some messiah that doesn’t only meet her standards, but also her fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles – you get the idea.  This is the one that already has the 500 guest wedding pre-planned, she’s just looking for the right groom.  I am not against this, but we’re in our 30’s here – that ship kinda sailed over a decade ago and with a certain clock ticking, I’d think something else is more important at this stage than a $100,000 fantasy wedding.

The Ones That Lie

The mechanical engineer that was actually an environmental student, the IT professional that was actually a clothing retail employee, the IT professional that was actually just the receptionist for the place, the teacher that was actually a server at a pizza joint,  the countless time wasting re-bounders that bail the second they realize they aren’t ready to date after you have fully invested yourself, the ones using pictures of themselves when they were in college and 80lbs lighter and the ones that say they have one kid but actually have three

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Doctor

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Literal days after the PR representative of the Happn app e-mailed me wondering if I would like to chat with the Happn Canada head (because of this blog), which I agreed to and had a great conversation with – I met the Dr. – through the app which I had signed up to days before they contacted me.

We had crossed paths around my place.  The app matches you with people you cross paths with within 250 meters.

In our case we assume it was when I was grocery shopping and she was at her next-to-the-grocery-store-dentist.  Crossing paths as the app markets itself might work for mall workers or students, not so much in our case, or anyone that travels by highway, but I’ll take it.

We spent about a day messaging on the app before she gave me her number and we switched to texting.  We quickly had a connection and textemistry – and I even broke my own rules by calling her during one of our textversations – which only made our seriously intense bond grow deeper.

I had to keep telling myself “you’ve done this before, it never ends well, just meet and deal with the fallout”.

I even told her this.

Her being a gorgeous petite brunette, curves in all the right places, a crazy side, a soft side, a super-funny side and everything else required to make me super attracted to her in a devilishly addictive cocktail of attraction.

I set the date at a quiet spot near her on the other side of the city, figuring we’d meet around 7 or maybe 8pm – she shot back with 9:30.

Me: 9:30?

Her: I have to do my hair, is that too late babe?

Me: You don’t have to do your hair all up, really, forget it.

Her: No, I want to look nice for you and I am doing my hair, it takes time.

Me: Ok, 9:30 is fine, I just checked and they are open until 12:00am so no worries.

Her: They are only open until 12?  Aren’t you open all night?

Me: Yes babe, bring PJ’s in case

Her: Should I maybe just come there

Me: Yes you should

(leaving out lots of come and go testing stuff, childs play)

And so it was set, a first date, after much texting and calling was set for my place.  I quickly tidied up and awaited her arrival and potentially a failure of epic proportion.

She called when she was close, I gave her directions to park and told her I would run down to meet her.

As I rounded the corner to see her outside my condo she was in an in-depth conversation with another brunette that was walking her dog.

I thought oh shit, she ran into someone she knows and this is going to be super awkward.  I could tell which one she was but kinda held back as I had no idea what was going on or even how to approach it.

Backstory – She was walking to where I said I would meet her and started petting brunettes dog.  Brunette with dog told her how she had just got home from a date, so she told her she was just going on one.

This was when I arrived.

Brunette with dog said to her “You are meeting at his place for your first date!”

Her:  Ahahaha Yes!

No wonder BWD looked at me so oddly

Regardless, after a quick hello we were headed into my place.

She was absolutely gorgeous, bubbly, high energy and funny.  She also brought me some expensive boxed whiskey which she asked for some because she was nervous and I obliged.

She had told me before she loved horror movies but had nobody to watch them with, so that was the genre we would pick.  We picked a horrible 2 star POS but quickly were wrapped up into each others arms on the couch.

Our physical chemistry beat out the terrible movie and we moved to bed, still clothed, under the covers, cuddling and whispering / kissing about the journey we had taken to get here and how crazy it all was.

She was over again the next day and our connection has only grown stronger. She’s also coming back in the morning after her shift for the 3rd day in a row.

I will be back for updates…