Why I hate dating.

Yes it is true – I hate dating. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it ….. and there are very few things in life that I would actually admit to hating, and this is one of them (along with prank phone calls, most seafood and horror movies!).

I think it is the games people play that I dislike the most. My sister always tells me that you have to play the dating game to win the game but I am hoping to avoid the game all together.

For all you married people out there – I think you should wake up every morning and thank God that you don’t have to date the person lying there next to you any more. You don’t have to impress them, you don’t have to sound intelligent and look pretty all the time. They will (hopefully) love you for better or worse.

As a single person there is a long road between what you have and what I have – a somewhat unending one actually. A road filled with awkward conversations, first date outfit dilemmas, the old ‘does he like me / do I like him’ question, meeting the family, meeting the friends, making a good impression, heart break, excuses and the inevitable ending of what was hoped to be something different.

Dating was very different when I was in my early 20’s – it seemed much more fun, now it is just hard work. Where did the fun go I wonder? How do I get it back? What if I am dating forever? This is what keeps me awake at night this time of year – with winter stretching out before me, and summer so very far away.

I am sure that if this season of my life ever ends, that I might even look back on dating with fond memories – if I do please slap me over the head and remind me that I hated it. Hopefully I will then go and find my husband, look him deep in the eyes and say ‘thank God I found you’.