I’m dating for the first time in awhile. Actually, for the first time ever. When I was drinking, my idea of dating was getting wasted at parties, hooking up with someone, then when the hook ups happened more then once…I had a boyfriend. Sometimes the relationship was real. Sometimes it was delusional, existing solely in my head.
I’m not one to comment on the Manhattan dating scene since I’ve only been on a few dates in my seven months here. I am, however, definitely one to comment on the not-dating scene. Where I come from in Texas, it’s common to be married and have several children by your early twenties. I thought that’s what I wanted, but that probably stems from my adolescent cravings for fitting in.