by Anonymous

What’s it like being a single, twenty-something, gal dating in Bucks County? Follow Single in the Suburbs as she takes us on her dating (mis)adventures! For more fun in between articles, follow her on Twitter.

First and foremost, let’s give a virtual round of applause to the previous writer of this article for finding a man! I have not found mine which is why I have become your new “Single in the Suburbs” writer.

Being a single twenty-something has its ups and downs, especially in Bucks County. It’s that time where you attend weddings and baby showers in your circle of friends and as they fuss about wedding rings and baby cribs, I am left to wonder, “Should I be where they are?” When I am in a room filled with engaged, married and/or pregnant women, I honestly am not ready for that. I have come to terms that my track in life isn’t parallel to theirs and I am making my own way. Focusing on my businesses, networking with people, attending parties and staying out late, I am exactly where I am because I choose to be here and I am okay with that. I am happy for those who are ready, but it’s just not for me in this stage of my life. So I do my best to find a nice man and be treated like a lady. Except, that’s becoming quite hard to find.

It’s slim pickings out there.

Let me explain; I recently joined the online dating world due to my “long working hours and tired of the bar scene” excuse. With not much luck. At all. 15 dates in and I still haven’t found one worth mentioning, or seeing again for that matter. Is it me? Is it them? I do feel if I plan to date someone they have to be pretty awesome. Relationships are a lot of energy and you can’t spend that on just anyone. In the past I have gone after the “bad boys”, but since that obviously hasn’t worked I am left to raise my standards and wait for the “right one”.

But wait, how do you know when it’s right? Do I wait for the spark, the butterflies, the comfortable feeling? If so, I need to keep searching because it hasn’t happened yet.

Here’s a look into my latest date:

Because of the festivities happening in Doylestown that weekend I needed to park out of town in order to get out in the morning. I asked my date to meet me in the Bon Ton parking lot and we’d drive together to one of my favorite restaurants, Domani Star. He drove a nice BMW M3 so I will call him “Beamer Man”. As we drove into town I noticed Beamer Man’s arms full of tattoos, which didn’t bother me but he seem to proudly display them and asked me if they were an issue. “Of course not,” I said with a grin. As we waited to be seated, he revealed a nice bottle of Smoking Loon wine. Being a “wino” myself, I was pleased with his selection. I have to admit much of the date was a blur, nothing really stood out, just the fact that the entire dinner consisted of him talking about himself, talking over me and me nodding my head in agreement. At one point he called me “ignorant” for not really caring about the upcoming elections but I quickly told him my focus is on the local community, buying locally, donating, volunteering and doing what I can to mentor little kids. That statement seemed to shut him up rather quickly. I’d love to know the last time he put in 8 years of mentoring a child. Sounds like a fun date so far, huh?

Well it didn’t stop there. After dinner, we walked to my new favorite hot spot in town, Handlebar Frozen Yogurt. I gladly paid for his portion, and we walked to his car. Little did I know how slippery my flat ballet shoes were because the next thing I know I’m on the ground doing a split. It appears I had missed my step and I will blame this one on the shoes. He helped me up, told me it was a graceful fall and I could see the blood dripping from the top of my foot where the concrete scraped it. I embarrassingly hugged him goodbye after he drove me to my car. The minute I got home the shoes went in the trash, bandages went on my foot and I never heard from him again. Maybe I’m the one to blame for this falling through–no pun intended. Until next time!

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