I’m not single anymore

I’m not single anymore. Huh.

Kayak Guy soon proved to be someone who makes me happy whenever I’m with him. He often tells me how lucky he feels to have me, so there was really nothing to decide here. And with that, singlehood quietly slipped away.

I suppose in the arc of this story this is the place where I reveal some insight into dating and looking for love, but I don’t have any. The dating game seems just as much dumb luck as I thought it before. Perhaps here I should have a moral, or at least share my secret to finding someone. But I’ve got nothing. A year of writing about dating, and it’s just as elusive as before.

But I will say this: one reason I started this blog was to help me learn to enjoy the process. I used to look at every bad date as a failure; each one was one more possibility that was no longer. But a bad date isn’t a failure. It’s just a bad date. It’s like a bad hair day. A bad hair day isn’t a failure of your hair. It’s just a bad hair day. As long as you don’t do anything crazy like reach for the scissors or the hair dye, a shower will do the trick.

So my grand advice after all of this? Find enjoyment in the process. Yes, the dating scene is inefficient, often annoying, at times embarrassing, and occasionally painful. But it can also be completely amusing, provide great stories for friends, occasionally teach you something, and even be personally validating. Whether or not you find someone at the end of it.

And besides arranged marriages or incredible luck, it’s pretty much all we got. 

Good luck. Have fun.

sg