I’m tired of dating. I’m tired of being interested in people who don’t have time for me. I’m tired of meeting person after person and rehashing the same life stories and there not being a connection. I’m tired of it all.
By all accounts dating is suppose to be fun, thrilling, and exciting. And it is for me when I’m getting to know someone. It isn’t when it’s a series of connection-less meetings at coffee shops. Maybe that is more interesting for extroverts.
Maybe this extreme frustration is a result of being sick for 2 weeks and feeling uncute and highly unsocial, but hating being alone. It probably doesn’t help that the person I’d really like to hang out with and get to know is in Portland, doesn’t have time for me (again — see a trend?), and is moving to San Fran at the end of the year anyway.
I’m tired of dating.