It’s Handled

“It’s all in the rear view for me. I need to move forward. I am moving forward.”
– Olivia Pope.

Around this time last year, I wrote a post about loving my career and putting 100% of my time and energy towards it. I craved success, and it felt so close I could taste it. At the same time, I wondered how “full” my life truly was. I have no regrets; I just look at things a bit differently now.

It all started when I was chatting with a friend in the coffee room. It was another late night and I remember telling her how I started drinking my coffee black like my soul and she laughed saying, “I know you feel like you have bigger and better things to do, but maybe you could find someone to have an even better time with… Go home Dayna. And please add milk, that’s disgusting.”Screen Shot 2016-05-01 at 3.50.38 PM

She was right. Why was I acting like a single 50-year-old woman? I excused it with answers like, “I don’t have time to commit and think about a relationship and love” or “I work late hours, I’m glued to my computer and won’t have much time for romance.” That was a lie, excuses holding me back from finding true happiness and fulfillment. Truth was, I was too busy keeping life squeaky clean and easy… God forbid I opened myself up for the possibility of things to get messy (and boy did they get messy).

I’m not perfect, or going to be the perfect girlfriend. They say love is made in the kitchen, but I think salmonella poisoning and stomachaches are made in mine. When I was single I was content ordering takeout, watching Scandal, having another peaceful night without setting off the smoke alarm. I mean… Olivia Pope doesn’t cook! Girlfriend lives off popcorn and wine and look at her! I bet if Fitz was like, “Liv, I’m starving. What’s for dinner?” She would say, “it’s handled”, close the laptop, answer the door, and take that seamless delivery to her man like a boss. [enter fist pump emoji]

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The Dating Game

So a girl walks into a bar, realizing that she has either been out of the “game” for a while due to winter hibernation, or the game has changed forever. After a wine or two, she begins to realize that everyone here is coupled-up and they all look painfully uncomfortable.  Did these people meet on Match.com or something? It’s a Friday night, why does everyone look like they just had the worst Monday ever, she thought.  I am sure you can guess that this girl is me; totally stunned by the scene around me.
My cousin laughed and suggested these people might have met on the app Tinder. “What the hell is Tinder?” Wow, did I feel out of it. I don’t know if it was the wine or my curiosity, but I decided to download the app and find out for myself. Can’t say I found a catch right away, but it wasn’t hard to catch on. If you are like me and not familiar with this app, here’s the 411.  You literally judge someone by their appearance or brief bio. Then comes the big decision, you either swipe right if you’re interested or swipe left if you’re not… so romantic, right?!!38ea45109f8d7976efd0c001b83d8695
 
In the beginning, I found this process to be hilarious and have to admit it was fun – but that could have been due to the wine. This was crazy; I had my very own flip-book filled with 25 year old guys! I finally decided to swipe to the right and what do you know, we were a match!  But be careful ladies; don’t expect to be swept off your feet just because you and your Tinder match both swiped right. My excitement wore off after his lame pickup line. Continue reading