Halfway through this shitshow of a year where we elected a racist president, lost countless beloved celebrities, and are preparing to bid adieu to the GREATEST FIRST FAMILY OF ALL TIME, I also personally went through a breakup.
Along that same vein, I also approached a semi-breakdown. I was 27 and unexpectedly single.
THIS. WAS NOT. THE PLAN.
Over the next 3 months I went on 17 first dates (yes I kept a detailed list).
I’d say about a third of the dates lead to a second. And about 3 lead to more than that.
Yes, part of me felt like I needed to sow my wild oats. But more so, I just wanted to see what was out there. I’d been in a relationship for 3 years, and dating again somehow felt like this marvelous, magical new land. The game has changed (whether we like it or not).