Look, I like going out and I like being single, but a growing part of me would rather just stay home, cook food with someone I really like, and do nothing. Well, that’s not a really strong pitch, “Come cook food with me and do nothing.” Maybe that’s my problem.
count the following as my Sunday night confession:
you know what’s not always so glamorous? dating.
sure, you’ll have a reason to dress up, an excuse to drink a fancy cocktail, you can indulge in a free meal here & there, & typically you’ll have enough natural entertainment to share with your girlfriends on the drive home from said date,
but to be honest, dating is exhausting & it’s overwhelming. i’m more than wiling to spend my own salary on clothing & cocktails & i’m getting to a point where the thought of doing nothing extravagant with someone i really like trumps all the other frilly perks of a(n) [potentially] awkward encounter.