“ I don’t know who I am or what I want – I only know I have to find out.”
-Ms. Wells from “Valley of the dolls”
“BEEP BEEP BEEP!” my Iphone sounded off.
It was a notification from a dating site app that I’ve been using for 2 years. It’s 5:30am on a monday morning. I unlock my Iphone and hit the app for this dating site that I am on (I will not reveal it’s name), and the message opens.
“Hi-” the message began, “my name is *Bradley, I think ur hot, do you have nice feet? can you put up pictures of your feet? I would like to meet you, would you be interested in me?”
That’s how most of my mornings begin (and has begun since the last 2 years). I get an alert (s) from the dating site app (or apps-if I’m on more than one), and I read the very interesting messages that others on the site send to me. I get a good laugh out of the messages (for the most part) and then I get ready for work. Before I leave I read the oracle (I take the words from it and put into my heart). Then I head off to my office to job.
I work with 3 other women (office divas I call them) and we all work for one main boss. I stay there at my office job until 5:00 pm. After work (depending on what day of the week it is), I hit either A) my favorite chinese restaurant B) my favorite pizza place (which has wicked bar) or C) in my studio apartment on 5th ave. Wherever I am at, whether at home in my studio apartment or eating and drinking – my Macbook Air is never far from me-I am on my Macbook typing away-about my dates and what I learned about myself by going on these dates.
I haven’t met the majority of the men that I emailed or those who have contacted me, because most of the messages are either A) just like the one I told you about or B) down right demeaning (yes, I will post some of those messages- if it doesn’t get me into trouble). For some of the guys that I have met in person, and dated, I have learned something about myself or the experiance has left me asking questions. For the other guys, they end up being my FWBs (friends with benefits) and sometimes the sex is out of this world and sometimes the sex can be, down right bad (but often becomes a topic with me and my friends).
I enjoy being single. Others may disagree with me, but I think, that being single is fab. Not only do I feel fab but I also feel lucky because not everyone can see single hood the way I do (the office divas for example, think being single=living a sad and lonely life).
So far, my life is a balance of working, finding my soul’s destiny, dating , sex and of course being single.
With that said, here’s a little bit about me, I am SMF (single mixed female), age 33, I like sewing and knitting, I like leather jackets, and city lights. I like taking long walks, and I like going to museums. I have a taste for b-rated movies. I am child free and I do not want children. I like used book stores, and I love shopping for purses. I belly dance and hike for exercise. I have people in my life that inspire me to write, about the dating game and about myself. I am not a dating or sex expert (nor do I want to be). I like to share my experiences with others.
And that’s just a little bit about me.
*Name has been altered