Confessions of a Female Serial Dater

Some might call me a serial dater….and those people are actually right. I like dating a little too much, and I’m pretty sure it’s ruining my chances of ever having a family. Hi, my name is Tina, I’m 34 years-old, and haven’t had a serious boyfriend in over 5 years. But really, it’s not ’cause I can’t find one –  I don’t want to toot my own horn or anything, but I’m a pretty likable person – I just don’t think I want one.

Now, one would think with all this serial dating, I’d be having the time of my life – and yea, it is pretty fun, but somewhere between the 100th time I fake laugh at a guy’s stupid joke, or the 200th time I have to ask the dating trifecta “Where are you from?”/“What do you do?”/“Where do you live?”, I kinda wanna shoot myself. Because as much as I enjoy all the attention, it can only satisfy me for so long, until I need to find my next ego hit and go out with someone new. And the crazy thing about it all: I’m not even reaping the full benefits of a serial dater –  I go out with a million guys and don’t sleep with any of them! (growing up in the STD-phobic ’80’s and ’90’s, pretty much traumatized me for life).

So I spend my nights going out with different men, and I come back home to my empty apartment alone – and I’m perfectly happy with this setup; the only problem is, I don’t think I will be in a few years, and by then, it may be too late. So what’s an ego-obsessed, infantilized 34 year-old to do? Continue throwing caution to the wind, date a new guy each night and just worry about my future in the future? Or make a plan, settle down and marry the next stable, sensible guy I meet? You tell me. In the meantime, I’m off to my next date…..