I’ve had no dates since returning from Sweden.
It’s not that I’m consciously trying to be loyal to The Swede.
It’s because I simply can’t stomach the quality of men I meet online.
Did you know that one man thanked me for moving my beer on the first date because (as he put it), he “could see my tits better without the glass in the way?”
Mind you, I have behaved no better.
I’m no “holier than thou” woman.
I sent dirty pictures.
I wore low cut dresses.
And I flirted with the best of them.
In the end, online dating is not any way to make a connection with somebody.
Although, I did meet The Swede on Tinder.
One in a fucking billion.
And I had to import him from ANOTHER COUNTRY!
You’d think, given my inclinations, that I’d be missing all those dates, and sexting, and flirtations.
But you’d be wrong.
I’m not missing it ONE BIT.
Maybe it’s because I can skype The Swede whenever I want.
It’s because I can TEXT The Swede whenever I want.
Maybe he’s a big part of why I’m happy, but he’s not the ONLY reason I’m happy.
I’ve got a hundred other reasons to be happy starting with my boys.
I guess this is growing up.