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.

Copley Square: Reason 482 why I love Boston. (Typical guys in Boston are the ONLY thing I don’t love about this city).

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.