The last time I was single was in college, so I really feel like I’ve been transgressing to my college self. Who I hate. Not really, but she is insecure and unsure of herself and cares way too much about what people think of her. I thought I was done with that. I’m 30. I DGAF what people think. (DGAF = don’t give a fuck; my friend Heather DeHart told me that one). So anyway, I’m not quite sure how to be single. I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do. In a way it’s liberating. I feel free when I go out. But actually meeting guys isn’t that easy. I’m not gonna lie, I have a Tinder account. But, I have never met anyone using Tinder. The most I’ve done is have a few conversations with the same person and it either just stopped or I lost interest. Oh, actually that’s not true. The first guy I ever talked to, after a decent conversation, was ready to meet. And I wasn’t. “Are you just on here for attention or do you actually want to meet people?” Um, well I think I do but I guess I don’t know if I’m ready to meet (you). “Well if you’re on here to meet people and fuck then this is the place for you.” Um no. And then he deleted me. Tough loss. Surprisingly, that turned me off of Tinder for a while.
Being single means being social. I am so not used to going out so much. But I’m not going to meet dudes sitting at home drinking wine and blogging on a Friday night (which, coincidentally…). So I go out. Which is also expensive. My girlfriends tell me it shouldn’t be expensive. Like I’m supposed to wait around for a guy to buy me a drink? No thanks. I got it.
Also, I’ve been hanging out with some new friends. Obviously, Tara, Anna Rose, and Natalie, are my closest girlfriends, but Tara is married, and AR and Natalie might as well be. So lately, I’ve been spending a lot of time with Mazza (from B+M) and her best friend Ashley. Because we are “single and 30 and loving ittttt.” That’s our slogan. We drink Jameson and wear high heels.