On Becoming a Nun

4 comments | April 11th, 2012

(story submitted by JS, a 28 year-old Chestist)

You know that line "if I didn't have bad luck I wouldn't have no luck at all"?  That's how I feel about my dating life.  If I didn't have bad dates, I'd have no dates at all.

I was in a 2+ year relationship until last May.  Since then I've had what seems like dozens of first dates and maybe 3 second dates.  It sounds so obvious to say there are no good guys in L.A. and it makes me despise myself a little bit that I've become another woman who complains about not being able to find a guy.  Why do I need to find a guy?  A guy will be lucky to find me!  I don't even know if it's a guy I want as much as to not have to look for one anymore.

A lot of my friends are already married and some are starting to have kids.  Sometimes I wind up feeling like I'm competing in a game of musical chairs with the girls I go out with.  I'm tired of looking.  I'm tired of bad dates.  I'm tired of not having anyone.  Maybe I should just become a nun.  {end story}

Ok, a quick reader poll: You have a guy (or a gal) – yes or no?



  • Rae

    Posted on April 11, 2012



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  • B.

    Posted on April 11, 2012

    I don’t, and it makes me so sad. I live in one of the biggest cities in the world and would think that somewhere, somehow I could find a mate before I’m 30. Not. Looking. Good.

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  • Lost and Found

    Posted on April 11, 2012

    I’ve always been a serial dater. I go from one boyfriend to the next ever since I was 15. I always have a boyfriend because even since I was 15 I have had this romantic notion of true and everlasting love like something out of Romeo and Juliet.

    At 33, I’m now in my longest dating “dry spell” ever. 7 months with out a “boyfriend.” You know what? I kind of like it. I still hope for everlasting love, but I’m okay with learning to love myself first and I have always put myself second.

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  • Thanks Mom

    Posted on April 12, 2012

    My parents had divorced when I was little and I really didn’t know my father growing up. My mom worked and took care of us. She also taught us that no relationship was more important than the one we have with ourselves. Her lasting legacy won’t just be that my brother and me are functioning and healthy adults, but that we know no one else can make us happy if we aren’t happy ourselves.

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