I don’t do this. I don’t date multiple people at once. I know this might seem like a shock, but I really have never done this before. I usually go on like a dozen shitty first dates and then decide that I hate men and wallow in grief and anger for a few weeks. Before 2013, I could count the number of guys who took me out on a third date on one hand. It just never worked. Either he was weird or I scared him away.
I have no idea how all of a sudden I’ve hit date three with two guys and date two with two other guys (one of which I hope to hit date seventy-five with). I guess you could say when it rains it pours, or you only live in feast or famine. But really, this is ridiculous.
I just call it dumb luck. And I think about what different choices I would have made if I met my most recent ex while dating four other guys. I bet I wouldn’t have ended up with him for three boring months. They say that’s what makes dating in a city so hard. There are just so many people that picky daters don’t settle down as easily with due to a plethora of choices. Well, I’ve dated in Boston for six years, and can tell you one thing: there are NOT a plethora of normal, smart, fun, and kind men in the area. I just happened to stumble upon four out of the ten left in this city in the past month.