Dating Diaries: One Womans Pathetic Journey through the World of Online Dating

Her anger and shame at the men who reject her based on her looks; the hopelessness of feeling she'll ever find The One; the propensity to fall head-over-heels with just a profile or even a picture; the discomfort with sex-talk from near-strangers. A real anger comes through, at the unfair realities of life and relationships. The author has a feminist worldview and non-understanding or denial of male nature. She finds herself unpleasantly surprised that men want young, pretty and thin women, for example. Being out of the dating scene for many years, perhaps she believed modern nature or male-female relations had evolved past that.

Men, however, will always want younger women. Men base attraction on looks, disadvantaging less-than-gorgeous females, while women base attraction on intellect and emotion. Men's ages don't matter to potential mates the way women's ages do. Men are not expected to beautify, exercise, primp, dress to kill, etc, the way women are.

And the author does not like that one bit. One of the cruelties of the online dating world is that the men, for the most part, hold the power of choosing. In addition, third-wave feminism, with its insistence that women should be able to be as libertine and free with sex as men, has made men more, not less, predatory and expectant of sex.

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This is maddening, and makes the dating game much harder for women than it used to be. I started out liking this book very much. The author's humor and tone make this experience fun to read about, and her brutal honesty and self-assessment make this a fascinating read. I found myself breathlessly living the first dates as she does, from the pre-date ritual of choosing and unchoosing just the right outfit, picking just the right jewelry, etc. But about halfway through it started getting a little depressing. The dates and experiences, as well as Grey's own behaviors and insecurities, seemed to follow certain patterns, and didn't diverge from them.

Also, the potential heartache inherent in each new guy is conveyed well -- too well, perhaps -- and the reader finds herself again, with the author, wondering: Is he going to ignore me? Is his face going to fall again upon seeing her, as others did before? Thank you to the author and publisher for a review copy. Jun 23, Aimee Shaffer rated it did not like it. I tried to like this book. I was hoping for an entertaining read for the summer. I guess it just wasn't what I was expecting.

I only got a few chapters in and just couldn't go any further. Jun 13, Linda rated it did not like it. May 17, Julie rated it it was ok. It redeemed itself to two stars in the last 45 pages. Actually, the best part of the book was the six line dedication on the very last page. Jun 19, Ktnrain rated it it was ok. This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers. To view it, click here. While I'm happy the author found happiness, I could barely get through this book. I downloaded as an audio book and found myself gripping my steering wheel so hard and getting angry at the author.

I felt like I was listening to a teenager in a first relationship and kept yelling at her to stop graveling for the attention of these men who obviously weren't interested in her for whatever their reasons. Yes, I felt bad for this woman who desperately wanted to find love again, but at 50 years old, I While I'm happy the author found happiness, I could barely get through this book. Yes, I felt bad for this woman who desperately wanted to find love again, but at 50 years old, I had hoped for a more mature approach.

I wish her and 'Edward' well. Aug 02, Anne rated it it was ok. I was interested in reading about her experience with online dating. Instead, she lists every breath she takes with every key stroke. Feel sorry for every person who tries on line dating. As he began to speak, there was a sadness in his dark eyes and he reached across the table holding my hands while fighting back tears. He asked about my children, new job and we caught up on the past year. My questions to him were careful, and he began to share his heartbreak with me.

He went on to tell me about how his happiness suddenly unraveled and also how the relationship with his children had eroded beyond repair. He choked back tears as he spoke but the sadness was obvious in his eyes. I listened objectively and tried to persuade him to heal the broken relationship with his children. Now, I was the one fighting back tears because this reminded me of my distant relationship with my father. I pleaded with him to stay here and mend this brokenness. I was honest and spoke candidly about his situation. We both enjoyed the conversation although it was a difficult one, we could be authentic with each other.

The comfort that we felt was obvious and talking with him felt familiar and safe. As the evening slipped away, we paid our check and left the restaurant. The trees were lit with white twinkly lights and the flakes of snow seemed to dance in the air as they fell. He slipped his hand in mine as he guided me safely to my car.

Once we found my car we lingered over our goodbyes. I told him that I would miss him and that I hoped he found happiness. Our eyes met as he grabbed my face and pulled it towards his own as his mouth found mine. As our kiss ended, my tears began to fall softly down my cheeks. My face was dotted with melting snowflakes and tears as I struggled to find the right words to encourage him to do whatever he felt was right. He wiped away my tears and felt guilty for being the reason for them.

His arms held me tighter as I buried my face into his chest and vowed to myself to not cry anymore in front of him.

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He planted a tender kiss on my forehead as I searched my pocket for my keys. I left with a wave and a promise to let him know I made it home safely. I chose a long route home to see more of the river and to think. Inside the privacy of my car and the darkness, I started to cry again. Crying and driving in silence, fortunately somehow my car seemed to navigate itself through downtown.

This heartbreak changed him and I know it will be a long time before he can be vulnerable again.

Mid-Life Ex-Wife

Thank you for reading and I hope you find AND keep love. Smooches, The Single Mom. Posted by singlemom at 9: I started a new job this fall and have been working in an office fulltime AND working my freelance marketing jobs. I wake up early to my freelance work so that I can be at my job at 9: I also still have my teenage son every day and night, so having time to date and have private time i.

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I have been talking to and even briefly seen a couple of men from my past, one of whom things started to seem like they may be working out finally. Things were going well, we were connecting, the passion was back and all was going well until it abruptly ended up like a flaming bag of dog poo on the doorstep. Unfortunately, he abruptly lost his job and had to switch gears to focus on his job hunt… thus the flaming bag of dog poo. You know, life can be like that: Yup, I think we all can relate.

I was still getting over my last love bomb where the ye-olde-Adonis, H, actually gave up Bali to move into my shitty little studio apartment in Sincheon. On our 3rd date coincidentally the 3rd day after we finally met in person , he snapped a selfie of us to post on Facebook calling me his KECH a play on my initials.

He asked me to be exclusive about an hour later. All I needed was someone who wanted to be close to me. That was my version of having a guy jump up and down on a couch on Oprah. He even put together an outfit to accompany me to Seoul Fashion Week. He invited his family and friends into our life together.

He used to joke about me moving in with him on the base, but there was an underlying truth and neediness to it all. He made me actually want to have an easy life in the boonies running track on Sunday mornings, meal-prepping for the week in the afternoon, and cozying up with a movie Sunday nights. It seemed so simple. In hindsight I think he continued to slowly chip away at my confidence by maintaining past drama.

Ex-Co-P loved to drudge up his past relationships. He continuously brought up the issues he created for me in the workplace. He would perpetuate drama by inserting himself in issues I had had to rectify on his behalf that were having an effect on my life. I felt inadequate at work and at home. After our one, and only, major argument, I coughed all night. The next day he demanded we run 6 km round-trip up and down Namsan Tower.

He knew full well that I was a sprinter working on endurance and had a bad cough. He was testing me and patronizing me. It was clear that he was looking for a fight. This was the girlfriend who was still friends with some of my friends. She even lived in the area of town I desperately missed.

I wrote the 7 Worst Guys an Expat can Date nearly a year ago. Hundreds of comments came pouring in. Many said I sounded like a jaded woman scorned. I think most of those qualities identified in the article still hold true. Elements of each character can be found in both men and women. As a cisgendered, straight woman, I write about my own personal experiences. The list is not comprehensive.

You better bet your bottom dollar there would be no more use for this site at all. You see, if I was any good at taking my own advice, ThatGirlCartier would cease to exist. Am I supposed to avoid every Military Man I meet? No more intense situations right off the bat. No more instances of watching him pull the pin, drop the grenade and run away. When someone shows you who they truly are, believe them the first time. This is the story of my devilishly handsome, mysterious, and insanely cowardly rebound. I recently went out with a man who I thought was interested in dating casually.

As I was fresh out of a relationship, I figured he planned on getting to know me over time. Tinder is like window shopping, and I had a brand new account. We saw eachother 4 times that first week, which was a little intense for me. It was also pretty similar to my last relationship. Co-P was in a new Facebook relationship a mere 11 days after he and I split.

So, rebound and I had some really nice dates. We went to some of my favourite spots in Itaewon as he was new to the city. After that, I started to get the silent treatment. We both left Seoul for the long weekend, but were in touch the whole time. When he got back home, he called me via video chat. He cracked a joke at one point, so I laughed.

All he wanted was just to make me laugh and smile. The line was delivered with such innocence and fluidity I almost believed it. My bullshit-o-dometer was whizzing out of control. Where was I going to fit in? After I told him it was a little early to be having this conversation, I suggested getting together on the weekend.

He agreed, with the caveat that now after nearly a month of knowing one-another was the perfect time for this serious discussion. Radio silence…was he seriously ghosting me after trying to lock it down on freaking FaceTime? Gentlemen, you know exactly what kind of shitty human being you are when you consciously decide not to pick up calls or respond to messages. Nobody is too busy to make plans with someone they like. Everyone gets anxious when it comes to potential confrontation. You owe it to the other person to provide a proper conclusion.

Drop the dud and play the field. I always say that Tinder is like window shopping. Men can certainly make the most of a shitty situation. In fact, a lot of guys I know actually exclusively Tind while on the can.

I met this wonderful man last year who really wanted to take things slow and get to know me. We went on some fantastic dates and I felt like we really started to make a connection. Then, he started acting weird and before I knew it — he was ghosting. This one actually came back and we were able to talk it out.

Eventually, we even became friends. It sucks to hear, but the old Sex and the City adage is real. He wants to keep you around in case he needs an emotional relationship or a late night booty call down the line. Block if you must. Move the hell along. Expat dating is often tougher.

When it comes down to it, we all want to feel important and cared for. Nobody wants to feel tossed aside. Be kind, be gentle, and stop ghosting. It would have been fine had it not been in Haneda airport 6 hours before our flight. A few days later our fast, serious, fleeting, expat dating romance was over. Little did I know then, he was already seeing and sleeping with someone else. The confidence I had in our direct, communicative relationship was an absolute lie, and I feel pretty stupid having trusted him.

Because of the exciting, dramatic, and rocky way our relationship began , I felt like most of the time we were playing relationship chicken. I had several trips lined up before meeting him. He said he wanted to come, and without too many jokes or dares he booked flights. I should have taken my own advice…. Looking back on our relationship as shortlived as it was I have a number of thoughts and feelings. We are completely different people with a few key common interests fitness, food, and expat dating, it seems.

He tried to limit me to 2 tourist attractions per day on our travels. He wanted a 10 PM bedtime. I wanted to soak up everything including the nightlife in a new city. He followed the rules. I wanted to renegotiate them. Co-P pushed me to be the healthiest and strongest person physically I could be. I was well-rested, too. Ultimately, I got bored. I think he did, too. I miss having him as the friend I thought he was. There are a lot of lessons that can be learned from every relationship, and expat dating is no different. Take a look and see what you can extrapolate from every interaction.

Neptune has 13 moons. Our very own galaxy is full of stars and moons. Repetitive Repercussions Keep in mind that I had been living on the other side of the planet for 3 years when I tell you this story. Are You Scared to Be Lonely. It was exhausting for us both, eventually, and when he left I felt a pain even more excruciating than before. It stayed with me for another 4 months through which time I must have dyed my hair 10 times and blacked out even more.

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