Someone may be playing the field during drafting season because they just need to find someone to last until Valentine’s Day.
That person definitely sucks and we hope you don’t run into THAT person this drafting season.
Condolences rather than congratulations when my best friends are getting married.
And, it's also fairly usual that people assume that I'm resentful of my friends with growing families. And, it sucks, because even if I try to disagree, everyone looks at me with pity, assuming that I'm just trying to convince myself out of unpleasant feelings.
And until I meet the work in the middle, I'm appreciating all of the varied reasons why people are so enthralled with the beauty of beginnings.
Ever since the world was blessed and cursed with the introduction of dating apps, dating has become a bizarre subculture all its own. As we gear up for what the kids call *cuffing season,* we have to mention another dating trend known as drafting season.
But, I can honestly say that my uterus is relieved when I hand back over my nephews, and some of the happiest times I've ever known are from the past few years, celebrating my friends' marriages.
It's been a while since I've so tangibly hurt someone's heart. It's a convoluted game with many players and few rules where hardly anyone wins. The battlefield, tables and bar stools in dark bars, candle light softening our hardened features like an Instagram filter on real life.
But I guess that's just the thing of it -- within the experimentation of the science of "Us" and "We," if no one is getting hurt, then it's just two people killing time in a space of uninspired breathing and mediocre feeling. I know exactly, because my life fell apart and I found myself packing up its broken pieces and moving them to Brooklyn on October 31, Halloween, 2009. As a woman in my early 30's, I frequently get people asking why I'm still single.
You get to a point where if it really matters, it's rare that dating leads to both parties walking away unscathed.
Recently, while meeting for lunch, an old friend who was going through a very tough break-up paused, then asked, "How do you spend so much time alone? Almond crusted chicken and kale, a perfect bite at a very imperfect time. They seem to think it's as easy and arbitrary as picking a ripe avocado at the supermarket.
Suddenly she was fighting back tears, and I realized -- this question was why she asked to see me. I often get commentary from acquaintances on the years my eggs are most viable.