"It's not you, it's me." Yeah, ok.

 I thought it might be fun to start this blog off with a good, old fashioned girl rant. Now to get some perspective, I am an (almost) twenty-two year old college dropout working at a coffee shop. I have recently had a change of heart about my career prospects and I’m working out a solid plan. Clearly it’s going well. So, while I’ve always had the dream of being a writer (to be honest, the real dream is to be a world famous actress in two years, but every logical person needs a fallback), I’ve decided to blog about my experiences in the wonderful world of 21^st century dating. I know, thrilling material. However, I’ve come to the conclusion that my life up until now has been one sarcastic comment after another. And if you can’t laugh at yourself, well then you’re just sad.

As of recent, I’ve sworn off dating (yeah, ok, we’ll see how that goes when I get bored). The last few dates I’ve had were obviously great and left me wanting more (enter eye roll here). And when I think about it, most women in their twenties must have an entire rolodex (ok, iPhone notepad) of bad dating experiences they’re ready to share. And I’m sure if we all compared notes, they’d be pretty damn close. We’ve all had the guys who have taken you out, date went great, kissed you before you got out of his car, and then he fell off a cliff or moved away or ended up somewhere with no cell service. We’ve never heard from him again. Classic avoidance move, men; well played. My favorite, though, is the old “I’m not looking for anything serious” line, which, lesbihonest actually means “I’m not looking for anything serious with you.” I would love to call men out on this one but I think we can agree we’ve all used that line before. I think girls just end up on the shitty end more often than not, so we reserve the right to hate the men who use it. Women are crazy though, because even though we cry and rant and complain about the many, many guys out there like this, we keep going out with them. We keep giving out our numbers and agreeing to go to whatever place they want to at the chance that he might be a decent guy with something going for him. Even if we know he’s not.

So if any of this rings a bell, sounds familiar, you are probably a little dating crazy too, and I hope this blog can help you laugh at yourself instead of beating yourself up over relationship failures. Because it’s not us, it’s them.