I am woman, hear me roar! Or at least, read me blog. I am 24, I am Gen Y and I have an opinion therefore I will blog about it regardless. I currently write a blog on dating within our fine Capital City. Mostly I do this because it’s fun to share the crazy adventures, but it’s even more fun getting the feedback (in all its flavours). It seems that my generation is keen to make its mark on the world, whether creatively, environmentally or politically. I try to make mine by writing about something that hopefully not only my friends relate to, but a few other women out there relate to as well.
I don’t expect men to understand or read my blog; heck most men didn’t even enjoy that classic show, Sex and the City. All they took away from it was that Samantha was a slut, Carrie had the face of a horse and Charlotte married a bald guy. So I’m not counting on men reading my blog and taking anything positive away from it.
However, I am hoping that my female readers will have some ‘I’ve been there before’ moments; the guy who doesn’t call, the jackrabbit and the arsehole that leaves us at the altar who we go crawling back to. Ok maybe not the last one. Ladies we’ve all been on bad dates and we’ve all shared the details with our girlfriends, sisters, mothers and maybe even our token gay friend.
So this is for the ladies of Canberra, whether single, taken, or somewhere in between, we have great stories to share.
This past month I have dated a Drama Queen, who after some witty banter between us took a joke about his messy apartment out of context. He cancelled our next date, sent me an email saying he could have loved me and so on. He then took this all back, said he had had a crap day and overreacted, all within the space of about four hours. As you can probably already guess I didn’t see him again.
I also went on a date with a Brazilian guy. He took me to La Scala in the city (which was pretty fabulous – a great intimate place for a first date) and then we went to Red Hill lookout for some romance. This guy was very nice, polite, and respectful, however I couldn’t look at him as more than a friend. We went on a few dates and in the end I was upfront and said I didn’t think we had enough in common to continue hanging out. What a can of worms that opened! He asked me why I didn’t tell him sooner. Have people forgotten what the idea of dating is? Getting to know each other before making a commitment to not see other people, it gives you an out before people get really hurt. Apparently not.
I discussed the dating break-up with friends and came to the conclusion that if one party is more interested in the other, some part of them will get hurt, whether it’s their feelings or their ego. But let’s talk about the high road. If someone says they’re not interested, you pleading or asking why is not going to change their mind. Take it in, digest it, and move on.
So the month ended with a new date on the horizon, my new website being launched and the possibility that the next great thing is just around the corner.