Adventures in “dating” with no intention of getting laid
Nine months in, my stint in Philadelphia has left me two things: 1) more financially secure, b) very, very single.
I should state that the former has absolutely no effect on the other. And while in DC I’d say, “The dudes in DC are threatened by a successful woman!” here in Philadelphia I’d say… nothing! See, I wouldn’t know because I CAN’T MEET A DUDE TO SAVE MY LIFE.
Enter new dating strategy: Not dating.
One of my “besties” came to town last weekend for what was to be an epic weekend on the town. Mission accomplished. I picked up a bunch of dudes, a few chicks, plus one very hot prospect from my absolute favorite new shitshow OKCupid. The best part is, I don’t have to shave my legs for ANY of them! (Let the record show that said “bestie” actually met a dude she would have to shave her legs for. Refuse. To. Be. Bitter.)
This weekend I was friend collecting, using the “I’m new around here” line until it fell out of my mouth effortlessly. My smarter-than-a-cell-phone extracted from my purse without thought as I plugged in numbers, sent “this is me!” texts, and tweeted fellow Twitter-ers. It wasn’t about getting laid, it was about getting connected. In the non-getting laid way? It was easy. I was confident.
And I will most likely never hear from any of them.
Average Jane 