Hi, I'm Kylie* and I'm a 25 year old woman in the midst of the dating scene in NYC. I know that if you're younger than me you're thinking "Shit, I hope I have a boyfriend/ girlfriend by then." If you're single and my age you're thinking, "Join the club, betch." If you're not single and you're my age, you're thinking: Nothing. Because you're probably too busy having consistent and exclusive sex to read this. Lastly, if you are my mom you're thinking, "Not to put any pressure on you honey, but you better work fast because your eggs are drying up and I do want grand kids eventually ok?"
To these people I say: thank you for the advice, concern, and commiseration, but I am here navigating this treacherous terrain on my own. I'm making my own mistakes and learning my own lessons and while yes, sometimes it sucks and I feel like I'll never find a partner because the only guys that I see on Tinder are shirtless or blurry or in pictures with a million other guys so you don't know the hell they are, I AM enjoying the journey- although occasionally I have to remind myself of that. Ask me if I'm still enjoying the journey in a few years (if I'm still single) and maybe my answer will change (although I doubt the quality of men on Tinder will). But for now, the song remains the same.
I think a lot of wellness and personal happiness comes from exploring your love life and therefore learning more about yourself in the process: how you regard yourself, how to move on, how to laugh at yourself and not take life too seriously, how to be confident, and ultimately how to be fulfilled on your own. This is one reason I'm contributing to the fabulous wellness website "Head to Toe."
Lastly, I want to share some of my dating experiences NOT because I want to prevent you from making mistakes (firstly because I think that although mistakes suck in the moment, they're pretty important; secondly because my advice isn't necessarily top-notch and probably wouldn't prevent mistakes anyway) but to let you know that you're not the only one who is still answering the "so, are you seeing anyone lately?" question during the holidays by faking a smile and chugging that glass of wine in your hand like it's water and you're in the desert dying of thirst.
Talk soon, K
* All names have been changed to protect identities and save people from what would probably be embarrassment (including myself). These are still true stories.
To these people I say: thank you for the advice, concern, and commiseration, but I am here navigating this treacherous terrain on my own. I'm making my own mistakes and learning my own lessons and while yes, sometimes it sucks and I feel like I'll never find a partner because the only guys that I see on Tinder are shirtless or blurry or in pictures with a million other guys so you don't know the hell they are, I AM enjoying the journey- although occasionally I have to remind myself of that. Ask me if I'm still enjoying the journey in a few years (if I'm still single) and maybe my answer will change (although I doubt the quality of men on Tinder will). But for now, the song remains the same.
I think a lot of wellness and personal happiness comes from exploring your love life and therefore learning more about yourself in the process: how you regard yourself, how to move on, how to laugh at yourself and not take life too seriously, how to be confident, and ultimately how to be fulfilled on your own. This is one reason I'm contributing to the fabulous wellness website "Head to Toe."
Lastly, I want to share some of my dating experiences NOT because I want to prevent you from making mistakes (firstly because I think that although mistakes suck in the moment, they're pretty important; secondly because my advice isn't necessarily top-notch and probably wouldn't prevent mistakes anyway) but to let you know that you're not the only one who is still answering the "so, are you seeing anyone lately?" question during the holidays by faking a smile and chugging that glass of wine in your hand like it's water and you're in the desert dying of thirst.
Talk soon, K
* All names have been changed to protect identities and save people from what would probably be embarrassment (including myself). These are still true stories.