It’s
official. I’m off the
dating
apps. I overfished
Plenty
of Fish and any arrows sent
from OK Cupid were
misfires.
If all goes
well,
I have
only
two or three
months
left
in Vancouver.
I am committed
to hitting a reset
button for life
with
a big
move.
My life
is
not a romantic comedy.
(Gosh, it seems
devoid
of both romance
and
comedy
these
days!)
I don’t want some
man
in a grocery
store
asking
how to tell
if a mango is ripe.
(Really,
does
that ever
happen?)
I
can manage
just
fine
if
I’m caught in the
rain
without an umbrella.
And I
do not want to meet
some
hot,
sensitive
guy
as I load boxes
into my Mini Cooper.
Dating
is over.
Until
I reach
Toronto. Then,
if a charming man wants to help
me
unload
my car, how could I refuse?
1 comment:
Welcome to the land of no-dating apps. I haven't used them in years, and I am convinced I can't find anything remotely what I'm looking for via them.
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