So I had a bad date with the help of Dutch, so the best thing to do was Taylor Swift it.
Shake that shit off.
And yes, Taylor Swift is a guilty pleasure and one of my spirit animals. Judge me all you want.
You’re single and ready to mingle. You have the flattering sexy dress / outfit, you nailed your make-up, you’re oozing confidence but there’s a hitch:
How do you meet people to date?!
Seriously? What do you do?! Cover yourself in bacon and stand in the middle of a club to twerk? Set up a Wile E. Coyote trap with a decent steak and beer, stooped round the corner holding the other end of the string? How was I going to get into the dating scene?!
I get it a lot… Why are you single? You’re attractive / funny / smart / etc, how come you’re not married? You’d be an awesome wife / mum one day.
“That’s sweet of you to say,” I reply. It’s not for a lack of trying, but I must confess finding love is not high on my list of things I must have in my life right now. Also this is pretty accurate: