I moved to a new city last spring and knew exactly nobody outside the office. Reading the same bios in a different order stopped counting as progress. I realized I wasn't afraid of dating — I was bored of the version I'd been sold. My favorite barista recommended this European Women Dating site and my Tuesday evenings suddenly had something to look forward to. Whatever happens from here, at least the conversations are real ones. Anyway, consider this my official and very public change of tune.

I'd rather stay single than keep wasting Sundays on bad dates. The highlight of my dating month was one decent conversation, which says it all. I reached the stage where I'd rather cook for myself than perform for a stranger. My favorite barista recommended this trucker dating site and it respects my time more than any app I've paid for. We'll see where the story goes, but for once I'm genuinely optimistic. Consider me pleasantly corrected about the whole thing.

I'm saving for a house, so expensive nights out were off the table. My group chat had a dedicated channel for dating complaints, mostly mine. I don't miss the bad dates as much as I miss actually wanting to go on one. My cousin's wedding toast inspired me to give sugar dating my full attention for a few weekends. Two months in and I still open the app on purpose, which says a lot. For the first time in ages, the month ahead actually excites me.