Yes, I know that drinking + blogging = danger, Will Robinson. In fact, drinking + internet usage in general = danger. I know this because approximately 10 minutes ago, I sent EHB a nasty email that I’m sure I will live to regret. But I had typed it up earlier today, saved it in my drafts to “sleep on” it, then my half-drunken finger had a mind of its own and pressed “Send” before I could even think too much about it. Oopsies! No matter, I know he won’t respond anyway (the email doesnt call for a response), so it doesn’t much matter what I say, right? In fact, I wish that I had given up all self censors and just told him to go fuck himself, but I retained much more propriety than that.
Anyway, I just had one of those nights that makes me feel that 1) God, I’m old and 2) God, I need to get the hell out of this godforsaken city!! I made the rounds of the bars in downtown LA tonight with T. and her fiance K. as my diligent wingpeople. We scoped out any eligible bachelors, they encouraged me at every turn, and yet at every turn it seemed that I was kicked out of the game by girls more beautiful than I, who were 6-7 years my junior. Could it get more depressing?
I know what you’re going to say: SF, why are you even trying to meet a guy in a bar anyway? Well, I agree that’s not the ideal place to meet someone, but at the same time I think it’s just a microcosm of the dating scene as a whole, online dating included. Why would a guy date me when he can date my younger, hotter counterpart?
And I know pessimism won’t get me anywhere but I just can’t help but feel that he’s NOT really out there and that I am looking fruitlessly for nothing.
I am almos t desperate to leave L.A. But where, dear readers, should I go?
Filed under: Los Angeles, bars, blah, dating, debbie downer, friends, getting old, life, love, men, navel-gazing, neuroses, online dating, relationships, single
…not sure if online dating is the same as going to a bar…I met my love on craigslist 2 years ago…by the way she is 3 years older than me…I wish you well…
Okay….this morning I had to go back and re-read my Style vs Substance post and remind myself that I am looking for a guy with substance and that a guy with substance will be looking for a girl with substance and not just a hottie in a bar.
Also, I need to stop looking so hard that I miss everything else that is good in my life.
Last night may have been a slight bruise to the ego, but sober SF is much better able to deal with these things. So I’m not 23 anymore — well, we already knew that and let’s be real, even if I could go back to that age I would never want to.
Onward and upward, and off to a whole day of fun that has nothing to do w boys!
xoxo
SF
>>But where, dear readers, should I go?
PORTLAND.
“God, I’m old”
Pfft! You’re so not old. If you are, then I guess I’m ancient!
“Why would a guy date me when he can date my younger, hotter counterpart?
Try not to think those thoughts!
About the email…even if it was nasty (as you say), if it was honest, then I say good for you! Leave nothing on the table as you walk away.
Oh, drunk e-mailing, never good.
Where should I go is a question I’ve been asking myself a lot lately (we could spend several hours nursing beers and discussing the subject, I’ll bet). At least I know for me the answers have started to come from what I’m looking for in a place to live (size, location and, naturally, proximity to good hiking). Unfortunately, most of those places have a non-existent singles market, so I’m kinda at an impasse!
I’m voting that you and geehiker get together