30 something dating 20 something
But I keep turning corners, and I keep meeting finance guys with high cholesterol who just discovered Williamsburg. Sometimes I think I should’ve picked someone when I was 25 and stupid, and then just made it work.
The catch is, as we become increasingly picky, the pool of soul mates keeps getting smaller.
So, being single, I had to hire a random man from the Internet to carry it for me.
Then I had to hire a different man to install it, only to have that man explain that I’d bought an AC with the wrong voltage for my building, which meant that I had to rehire the first man to carry the AC back downstairs again.
“Okay, I’m going to be really misogynistic for a minute,” Steve told me from the phone, “but I think that women—even if they are modern and feminist and independent or whatever—still feel pressure to get married and grow up in that specific, Disney-lifestyle kind of way.
So the women who are my age-ish, who are still single, are kind of the fucking leftovers.
Here’s another 30s development: Now, when I meet a cute guy, he’s often already married.
Just recently, I felt like I was truly connecting with my orthodontist—I mean, he’s literally been putting his fingers in my mouth for six months—only for him to drop last week that he has a wife. This past weekend, I was commiserating about 30s singledom with my friend “Steve,” a 35-year-old TV producer who lives in Chicago.
It’s also that dating itself becomes more difficult. You don’t want to waste your time on someone who doesn’t feel like they could be “the one.” But simultaneously, thinking “would he make a good dad?So rather than mourn the fact that you're still unattached at 35, recognize what a beautiful opportunity this is to get the best of both worlds. 30-somethings get really excited about their new Tempur-Pedic pillows. Of course, there's a huge difference between dating people in their 20s vs. 30-something guys shop discerningly for bed sheets. Hey, if you're still reading this, you're awesome, but also - is there anything in particular you'd like me to write about in my future posts?
There are three bedrooms and one pullout couch, and suddenly this year I keep being demoted to the couch, so that the couples can have “privacy.” Excuse me, but do single people not need privacy?