Dating While Feminist

I have to deal with my dog’s health, even though I have a plan to get her the care that will extend her happy and health months for up to another year. I have to deal with my impending Quarter Life Crisis where I try to figure out What I Want to Do With My Life now that another thing I thought I wanted to do doesn’t feel right anymore. I have to re-learn how to be just myself, and admit that maybe I was never actually that good at being single to begin with. These are things I can’t afford to ignore and distract myself from through dating people I am not ready to meet.  Radical self love take 123098102938127 - here we go. 

I can’t pinpoint when it happened. And I can’t put my finger on the why. But I can say that stepping back into glam felt like slipping into myself again. The higher the hair, the closer to joy. Welcome back, lipstick queen. Long may you reign. 

It might sound ridiculous - but it’s true. It’s possible to discredit your own feelings with that little voice in your head. To tell yourself that you are the problem - you are too needy, you want too much, you are full of unrealistic expectations. But the truth is, you deserve to be loved exactly the way you need. And no one should make you feel like something is wrong with you for wanting exactly that - especially not yourself. 

Is a thing someone actually said on their Tinder profile. YOU MUST BE THE MOST BORING. 

For most of my adult life, I have been in a series of non-relationships with Peter Pan assholes. Then, about a year and a half ago, I met a very nice guy (not a Nice Guy, but an actually nice person) and we fell in love... until we fell out of it (I promised I’ll tell you all about that later). And so, I find myself again out in the wild of Austin, Texas, looking for love/lust/fun/drinks/food (not necessarily in that order) and trying my best to avoid the brogressives, faux feminists, and Peter Pans that dominate my fair city.  Wish me luck.