Lonely on valentines day website dating
He asks me when I want to have kids and I nearly spit out my glass of happy hour cabernet. I haven’t really timelined that part of my life yet.” He’s visibly frustrated with my answer, twisting his face into a scowl, responding with, “By the time you’re 35, you’re not going to be fertile.That’s going to be a high-risk pregnancy.”I wasn’t expecting to find true love tonight, but I also wasn’t anticipating having my biological clock front and center either.The fastest I’ve ever moved was running away from the bouquet toss at my cousin’s wedding.
While I didn’t know the rest of the people I’d be sharing an evening with, I could only gather that they had the same downtrodden feelings about this time of year that I did. I remembered standing in front of the Valentine's Day display at Target in early January nauseated, angry, but also hungry for heart-shaped Sour Patch kids.
In my jeans pocket, my Bumble was full of gross messages, my Hinge was devoid of anything promising, and my DMs were drier than Death Valley.
Staring me down was a red and pink reminder that for the next month, I felt worthless to capitalist America, just sad and single, ready to buy all the clearance chocolate on Feb. I felt starved of a basic human connection, of something more real than a “u up?
There are no red and pink decorations, no cheesy indication of what the event was marketed as. Pamela and I are directed to the back of the bar, where the good people of NY Minute Dating gave us our name tags and pieces of paper to record the people we met.
The next day, we will be able to log onto the website and select the names of the dates we felt we had a genuine connection with.