By Madison Sajud-Sevilla
It took me a couple of years to get over my last relationship. And then, I just sort of fell into a comfortable routine of work, graduate school, and, you know, that sheer joy of not being heartbroken over anyone except fictional characters. I have books, K-dramas, and food. What else could I possibly want? But the people around me have a lot to say about it:
“You’ve been single for almost five years? How could you let that happen?”
“You really need to get out there, you know. You’re not getting any younger.”
“It’s not like you have to marry the guy, just try it out!”
“So, I’ll just enter a convent! Jesus is nice. He won’t care if I’ve gotten chubby and can’t really parallel park!” I joked, and religious people shushed me and told me Jesus isn’t rebound material.
With my 30th birthday looming on the horizon, the well-meaning comments from family, friends, and coworkers were starting to get on my nerves. I wanted to meet someone special too, but how was I supposed to do that in this day and age?
It was easier back in school. You were constantly surrounded by single people your age. These days, my peers are all either married or in serious relationships. It’s not that easy to meet someone new.
Okay fine. Fiiiiine. I’ll put myself out there and see what the dating world is like now. And since I’m an all-or-nothing sort of girl, I gave myself one year and just went full blast with the whole dating thing, a social experiment of sorts. Keep an open mind pala, ha? Okay, let's do this.
Tinder, Happn, Diptych, blind dates, referrals, that guy handing out condominium flyers, that dude trying to sell diet shakes, as long as you’re not an axe murderer, let’s go. I’m ready if you’re ready. DATE ME.
Read The Dating Experiment [Part 1] here.
Read The Dating Experiment [Part 2] here.
Read The Dating Experiment [Part 3] here.
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