I feel as Liz Lemon and I are, on some level, kindred spirits. I'm not a neurotic as her but there are some similarities. We both dress a little too "mannish". We both enjoy donuts (then again, who doesn't). We're not so successful at dating. And our New Year's Resolutions were to say 'yes' to things.
Back before Christmas, I sucked it up and joined eHarmony. I went into it with low expectations. I continue with those low expectations. I imagine my experience with online dating will end with the same. So far I have been as equally as frustrated with it as I've been with stumbling into people in pubs or chatting up fellow classmates. In the later two cases, most men (guys, whatever) are either taken or gay or slightly creepy. But Saturday....
I had my first "online" date. I really liked him, which should have indicated I probably wouldn't hear from afterwards. We spent most of the night together, drinking and talking and walking through London. I had more fun in those few hours than I've had since I've been here. It was nice to be out with a mature man. Another sign that no second date would be on the horizon.
Since I turned 25, I realized that every day that ticks by is a day that I creep closer to 30. Is is too early to resign myself to the fact that I will become Liz Lemon in the not so distant future: no boyfriend, no children, job the only thing going in my life, cynical about the world, alone a night.
I've got one more month on eHarmony then that's it. I don't know what's worse: out and out rejection or giving up all together.
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