Someone asked me to comment on “The State of Dating” in New York City/ Los Angeles last week, and while I tried not to dwell on the topic too much afterwards, the fat, overweight little mice on the wheel inside my brain started huffin’ and puffin’. It’s all I can think about, so without further ado . . .
My thoughts, precisely, on The State of Dating:
I’m sort of the worst person to ask about dating, in that I’m terrible at it and am constantly doing it.
But then, that kind of makes me one of the best people to comment on dating, I suppose.
Most people’s goal behind dating is to either get laid or be in a relationship (or if you’re broke, get a free night out on the town).
Essentially, asking me my thoughts on dating, as if I’m sort of an expert is more than a little paradoxical, because to date a lot, you have to be bad enough at it to NOT land in a relationship (physical or emotional), and to be good at it, means that you no longer date, because you ARE in a relationship.
And if you are good enough at it to land in a (stable, healthy) relationship, you’re nowhere near knowledgeable enough to comment on the state of dating. Period. End of story.
So for me to tell you about the state of dating (as I see it), I should first issue a disclaimer: I firmly belong to the first lot of dating un-experts, in that I’m so awful at it, I continue to date.
Now I have to tell you why I’m so GAWD-awful at dating . . .
