Microblog Memes

Our first date was a walk in the park because we couldn't decide. We walked for hours. I felt safe enough to even go back to his spot after where we smoked cannabis and talked still, for many more hours. Our first date was like 6 hours long and cost nothing but a bit of gas for the drive.

The spool of wire guy, is that the fella who's sitting outside reminiscing when he first bought that giant spool of wire and now it was gone? A very sweet, sentimental moment for thst guy.

Not gonna lie, some women are like that I've heard. I've never been friends with those types. Shallow people gonna shallow. Before I met my husband, most commonly my first dates were usually bar dates, where I would pay my own drink, or be turned down when I went to pay for it. I'll insist to pay, but if they insist again to pay, I'd let them, and in response to a free drink, I'd tip the server that extra instead. That was my personal code.

Of course, dating online from me started 15 years ago, and ended 7 years ago when I met my love. What's it like today? I don't know. If I didn't have my husband I know I wouldn't go back to an app today everything humans touch has been heavily monetized, if even before it was only lightly monetized. I always used Plenty of Fish, idk if that matters.

It's not good to generalize men, nor is is good to generalize women. You end up boxing yourself in. Better to treat each person you meet with no expectations, and you'll never be disappointed. I've had some guys I've dated do really shitty things. There are guys who are willing to talk to you everyday for six weeks, spend two weeks more to hit the three date marker, sleep together, and then- they ghost. Some men will put two months of effort in to get laid, then ghost. It hurts a lot, especially when you think you have connection.

I never let it make me resentful towards all men, because I've also dated total sweethearts, they're out there. I found one. Im lucky.

Keep hope, and maybe you will too. I truly believe I was able to score such a baddie (who btw at the time had the same income as I did) because for the year and a half leading up to him I did a lot of self work. Not working out, but addressing my flaws, my judgements, my quick temper. Stress management was what I needed most. Just at the moment I felt nearly whole as a single, I met my husband.

I serve him coffee in the morning, not because he expects it, in fact if I ask, he'll say "no I'm going to get up in a second", so I don't ask, I just bring him one. I do it because for one, I like doing acts of service, it's self serving as it makes me feel like im being helpful, and in return I feel good. It's totally selfish first because "he'll think I'm sweet and appreciate it if I do this for him". The "aw babes you didn't have to" gives me dopamine like nothing else. He always denies my help, so I deny asking and just find ways I can. It doesn't go unappreciated, he is always greatful, and if I bring him coffee four days in a row, and on the fifth day don't, he doesn't even mention it, he'll get up, kiss me and ask if I want Dunkin. He supports himself without complaint, and is always appreciative. My doing kind things is "extra" for him, and I feel the same. (Lol edit: I could absolutely describe my husband and strong and independent)

I've dated men who you bring coffee for four days, and not on the fifth, they've now expected my service, and complain. Some will even poke, "why didn't you bring me coffee today? Are you mad? Did I do something?" And it would turn to a fight. Those men, are not the type I entertain much longer. As soon as I don't feel appreciated and like I've expectations not my own, placed on me by someone else, I am out.

But second, my husband deserves it. Because whether I look good or like shit, whether I bust ass and handle business, or I lay on the couch frozen depressed, he still loves me the same. He's earned my service over and over and over again, just by being a kind and helpful human to me over the years. So I return the kindness with more.

And to be honest, I don't always know how to support him on depressed days. I don't think he knows what to do for me either, but we both respond to each other's moments with thst kindness. I'll make a special dessert for him, or run an errand he doesn't want to run that day. I make myself available if he wants to talk, He does similar for me. I annoy him sometimes with "is there anything I can do for you to help?" But I still ask, and give him love when he says no or idk. Sometimes what he needs is space, (hey me too) and we do that for eachother.

Give kindness and you get it back. It's so silly but it's how I've lived. It hasn't shielded me from pain, but it sure does make more opportunity for kind moments in life. If you're looking for a fight, you will find one. If your looking to spread kindness, you'll find that returned too.

Best of luck out there, I know it's tough. I hope you find someone, even if it's a dog or a friend or a life partner, that shows you the kindness your heart needs.

Edit: it's so corny, and I doubt you'll watch it. But as a teenager I watched the movie "Under the Tuscan Sun". Its a cheesy film, but with a really sweet message.

The woman is looking for love, and finds it, but not in the way she expected, it's very sweet and I think helped me personally, in those formative years to drop expectations or at least, allow room for them to adjust. If you're feeling lonely, no one will know you watched an old chick movie, and it might help you feel better to look at love differently as the woman is faced to in the movie. No one has to know you watched it lol