I’ve basically given up on dating because I had so many bad experiences that I got legitimately fed up. What’s the point if it’s not even enjoyable? I don’t want to have to dread going out with someone. Here’s why I’m going to go postal if I have one more terrible night:
- I can’t take the lack of manners. Most guys simply have no consideration for a woman anymore, especially a virtual stranger. I’m blaming this one partially on internet dating. They just see me as a couple of pictures and a profile, not a human being who’s worthy of courtesy. It makes me crazy.
- Guys are totally lazy. It’s maddening. It’s rare that I even get asked out on a date at all, and then most of the time they don’t follow through anyway. Even if they set a day to hang out, they can’t be bothered to set up concrete plans. If I’m supposed to hang out with a guy at 5 p.m. and he hasn’t told me by 3 p.m. where to meet him, I’m done.
- I want to be asked on a real date. I don’t want to chill. I don’t want to hang out. I want a real man who puts in a little effort and takes me out for real. It’s not that hard and I know I’m not asking too much. It’s ridiculous what women settle for these days.
- I’m not the girl you just hook up with. It’s not going to happen. I have standards and I don’t tolerate players. I can’t deal with going on yet another date with hope in my heart only to find out the guy just wants the quickest way into my pants. No thanks.
- I demand that a guy actually show interest. I dread the idea of yet another boring date with no chemistry and no effort made by the guy. I can’t deal. If he can’t carry on a conversation, what are we even doing? Why go out with someone if you aren’t willing to at least try? I don’t get it at all.
- Men are completely selfish and inconsiderate. It’s tough enough to find a guy who will pay for my drink, let alone someone who holds open doors and pays attention to what I say. I’m done with dating because I usually figure out about a half hour into the date that I don’t want to be there. It’s the worst.
- I don’t even believe romance exists anymore. It’s hard to keep the faith in good men when every date is a freaking travesty. I’m grateful when it’s even mediocre at this point. I’ll take a bland evening without much chemistry over the total disasters I’ve been experiencing. Where have the romantic men gone?
- I barely even get asked out, let alone taken out. I don’t know what it is about me but men don’t approach me. Period. I try to be open and friendly and confident and I get nothing in return. I’m starting to get a complex about it because it’s been happening all my life and I don’t understand.
- Guys have no imagination when suggesting dates. No, I don’t really want to go get drinks or see a movie. I mean, I’ll do it simply because hardly anyone even gets far enough to suggest a concrete activity. It’s sad when you have to give a guy major points just for choosing a bar to meet up in.
- I’m tired of dudes with no filter. I don’t want a guy who lies, but he should at least have some damn manners. I’ve gone on dates where men have said things to me that I couldn’t believe. When I expressed my discomfort, they continued to dig the hole deeper! It’s mind-blowing to hear some of the stuff that comes out of their mouths.
- I refuse to have dinner with a guy because I know I’ll probably want to escape. Sadly, drinks are the safest first date activity. I’ve been on enough bad ones to know that I’ll usually want to escape after one beer. I’m terrified to actually go to dinner with anyone, at least when we first hang out. Better to wait and make sure they aren’t awful.
- My string of bad dates started really affecting my mood. I can’t deal with another one. Seriously. I might go insane. That’s why I’ve halted all dating for the time being. The last terrible night out with a guy was, for me, the last straw. I was so angry about it that I spent the whole next day fuming.
- I can’t approach dating with positivity anymore. Until I get my mojo back, I’m going to abstain. I’m so much happier when I’m completely single and not thinking about men than when I’m trying to date and getting constantly disappointed. If I can’t go on a date with an open and positive mind, I shouldn’t go at all.
- I’d honestly rather do just about anything than go on another bad date. My time is important to me. There are a million things I can do with it besides go on a date with a stranger. It’s not worth it to waste another evening on someone I probably don’t even want as an acquaintance. I’ll hang out with friends instead.
- I’m actually afraid to date now because it makes me so discouraged. When it literally started affecting my mood and my health, I drew back. There is no way I’m letting random dudes compromise my happiness. It freaks me out that I got so low, so now I’m terrified to go back into the dating world.
