Where does a moderately popular internet star who never leaves her house look for potential suitors? Online. Tinder, Bumble, Match.com, OkCupidâI tried them all. My thirty-one-year-old self clicked and swiped her little heart out, leading to more dates than I could count, and more disappointment than I was prepared for.
Maybe you can relate. Maybe you know all too well the perils of modern dating. But letâs say, eventually, you meet someone. You think to yourself, âWow, theyâre perfect! Take me off the market, put a ring on it, knock me up, the whole enchilada, because they are âthe one.ââ Letâs also say that they âfeel the same wayâ about you. Your life starts to make sense! All the pain, heartbreak, and frustration from past failed relationships was worth it. Slow clap.
Thatâs how I felt about Milos. He was from Europe, a doctor, wealthy, athletic. He had an accent and a dog. Milos was textbook marriage material.
For him it was âlove at first sight,â but for me, it was âanxiety on every date.â
Something was telling me to runâbut for two years, the only running I did was straight into his arms.
If only I would have listened.
This isnât a love story.
Itâs my story of survival.