Dating Diaries: Episode One
Ladies & Gentlemen, I’m doing the damn thing. Here and now I have decided to commit to becoming an actual blogger and posting more than once every few weeks. Here goes nothing.
I thought about making this a certain day of the week, but that feels like a true commitment, and like my relationships with men, I’m just not ready to DTR. Full disclosure? The main reason my friends encouraged me to start this blog was to share my MANY horrifying dating stories. But before I throw every single guy I’ve ever gone a date with under the bus, I should be honest and admit that half of these failures might be my fault *takes deep breath, because that was some soul shattering honesty folks*. I hate to even call them failures because they’ve helped me overcome my enormous dating anxiety I developed post college. So let’s not say failures, let's say experiences. Also, if you happen to be one of the guys I’m talking about in these weekly diaries, no offense, but let’s do better moving forward, yeah?
Frat Bro Fail.
This one starts on bumble, as you’ll realize most of my dating experiences recently do. Bumble is the only dating app I feel comfortable using so I’ve been giving it a whirl. Below is real life footage of how that's going.
Let me set the scene: we’re at one of my favorite neighborhood bars, good conversation, fluid vibes, all is well. We then stroll to Uptown, which in hindsight, I should have never agreed to, but Moscow mules sometimes lead to poor decisions. Context: Uptown is my least favorite place in ALL of DFW to go out because, pretentious. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not some low key down to earth girl, but I have no desire to wear 6 inch heels, get a spray tan, and put on a mini dress when casually going to get drinks with friends, absolutely none.
We get there, meet up with a few of his friends (odd because FIRST date) but whatever. Don’t panic Avital, you’ve got this, people love you. 1,000 (20) of his closest friends just happened to be at this bar and everything is no longer fine. I want to give a shout out to Deep Eddy’s for helping me through this night, hashtag blessed. Lucky for me, I happened to run into one of my best friends and boy was that the most amazing moment of my life, at the time of course.
Blah, blah, blah. He ended up asleep in my bed and I slept on my floor/couch of my living room. Needless to say, I’m not 12 anymore and was using essential oils and icy hot to remedy the considerable damage to my spine for the rest of the day. May or may not be the reason I had back surgery two months ago, still deciding. Kidding. What did I learn from this one? What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. XOXO
