The Single Life
I have never been as happy to be married as I was last Saturday night. My husband and I went to a couple of bars with a friend of ours to grab dinner, listen to some live music, and indulge in some lovely adult beverages. Our first stop was the Moon Dog Tavern, which was pretty packed but we were lucky enough to find a table right next to one that was reserved for the band. We began ordering and quickly noticed that we seemed to be the youngest people in attendance other than the wait staff. Eventually we spotted a band poster advertising the talent for tonight would be covering songs by Elton John and Journey.
As tempted as we were to stick around with the geriatric crowd, we grabbed our checks from our waitress and worked on finishing our drinks. A cougar in a shirt that was two sizes too small spotted us preparing to leave and ran over to our table to claim it for her group, totally oblivious to the fact that our friend still had half a beer left. She and her chubby friend started “dancing” behind our friend, so the beer was left abandoned and we high tailed it out of there.
After some searching, we landed at Fox And Hound and scored a high top table in the back by the basketball hoop and pool tables. To my right was a glass partition separating our area from the main restaurant, and in the booth next to our table were two single guys, one in a striped polo and the other in a turtleneck sweater. They eyeballed me like crazy, polo shirt edging his sleeve up more and more to show off his awful tattoo and turtleneck coming into our room to show off his skills (or lack thereof) shooting hoops. The rest of the guys there were less than impressive; too-tan guido, guy in suspenders, oddly shaped muscle man, chubby dudes with bowl cuts, and various freaks of nature. I love to people watch and we all had fun checking out the various patrons, but it definitely made me grateful that my single days are over and I wasn’t out at that bar to try to meet a guy and score a date.
Granted, bars aren’t the best place to meet a potential girlfriend or boyfriend, but it is a pretty easy way to meet new people, especially when your inhibitions are slightly lowered and the beer goggles are on. I went on one date with a guy I met at a bar a couple of years before I met my husband, and there wasn’t anything terribly wrong with him except for his broken car and lack of a job and motivation. Prior to that, I met a guy while in college at a local bar and he seemed nice enough, but he didn’t impress me enough to get a phone call after that night was over. Other than those two, any and all guys I’ve met at bars have been creepy, unattractive, pushy, and not worth my time or manners. I’ve left countless establishments during my single days trying to escape guys who won’t take no for an answer or who assume paying for my drink requires me to sleep with them later, or at least make out with them at the bar.
Our friend is single, which made me more aware that evening of some of the joys of being single, mainly the nonsense that goes into meeting a good guy. If the places we went to are any indication, chances are slim to none of finding a decent person at a bar. Meeting someone at work is an option and if I was single, the building I work in is large enough where I could meet someone and not have it interfere with my job or deal with discomfort if the relationship doesn’t pan out; my husband and I have to make an effort to see each other during the day and not once in the 19 months I’ve worked here have I ever accidentally ran into him. Unfortunately, the selection isn’t necessarily going to be great and you run the risk of meeting someone who is married but decides to withhold that tidbit of information from you; I hear stories of married folk in my building who have a spouse at home and a special friend at work. For those in smaller work spaces, the risk of having your love life interfere with your job is just too high to risk dating a coworker, and some offices have policies against doing so, especially when it involves a supervisor.
So, bar is out, work is out. There’s always the option of asking a friend to hook you up with somebody. Of course with that, you run the risk of alienating your friend if things don’t pan out or if they arrange something with a person you have no interest in. I ticked off a friend of my mother’s when I declined an offer to go on a date with her son. Her barely 5 foot tall son. Who was older than me by three years and still lived at home. Rather than go on a date to make them happy and refuse to go on a second, I turned down the entire thing and was deemed as thinking I was “too good for him.”
I met my husband online through NewBlog and got to know him on MySpace. Obviously we have a success story with online dating, but I wouldn’t say that it’s the greatest way to meet people. For every positive story of finding love online, there is a horror story or two to counter it. Before I was old enough to drive, I started talking to this guy on AOL. We talked a few times a week, exchanged photos, and got along great. When it came time to meet, we arranged to hook up in the mall and I took one look at him and ran the other way. He had lied about his weight by at least 100 pounds, had sent me an obviously old photo, and I could smell his BO from ten feet away. Now that we don’t have to rely on dial-up and A/S/L questions, it’s insanely simple to find someone and start flirting online, even simpler to lie and make yourself seem twice as amazing as you actually are on your best day, and quite easy to be let down or have your heart broken in the end.
I’ve always heard that if you want to find love, stop looking for it. I hate that saying. It’s something I always expect to hear from incredibly attractive people who are currently in committed relationships and have not once struggled to find a date. I do have to give it some credit though; I met my husband during a time when I had zero interest in dating and was in the mindset that all men were going to be idiots just like my ex. Although I wasn’t actively trying to date, I did have to put in a great deal of effort to get him to notice me and after about a year, feelings developed and we began taking steps to be together. Not looking can’t equal not trying, otherwise you’re destined for the single life for the long haul. At any rate, I feel damn lucky that I managed to find the man I love more than words can say and I’m glad we somehow stumbled upon each other despite living 1000 miles apart at the time. All the failed dates, bad pick-up lines, broken hearts, and bitter betrayals were definitely worth it to now be with a man who honestly loves me for better and for worse.
Posted on February 22, 2012, in Friends and/or Enemies, Fun!, Life, Love and tagged bar, cheater, dating, drink, hooking up, love, marriage, relationships, single, too good for you. Bookmark the permalink. 31 Comments.