|New York is a city filled with singles.–credit|
More on dating –– oh the woes, how I remember them. The last time I had a date was in the ’90s, but still I can recall the ups and downs of single life. With millions of single men living in New York City, why is it so difficult to locate an eligible candidate? At this moment, I have two female friends who are accepting applications. They are young, attractive, bright, and successful, and they are dating men who live in other cities. Why can’t they find their ultimate catch in the Big Apple?
I tried the long-distance thing, and it didn’t work for me. I admit, I am way too needy to be in a relationship with a different time zone. But according to askmen.com, more than one million couples are making it work between cities. That’s the power of the internet and social media taking over in 2012. When I was dating, email had just been born, cell phones were analog, and I paged my boyfriend who is now my husband. God, I’m old.
|Me and the hubby|
There’s another factor that these two lovely ladies have in common: neither is mad about their new beau. When I ask the questions, I get little enthusiasm. Instead, the answers are more like, “He’s okay for now,” or, “I’m not super hooked yet.” I admire them though. They are keeping the rental until they have test-driven enough models to find the dream car. I wonder how many men do the same? More than likely, few. Budget dating in New York is nearly impossible, and even dinner and a movie doesn’t come cheap, especially at the price of $13.00 per ticket.
Life in the the New York can be lonely, and everyone needs a “plus one” on occasion. But, is it better to have a date with someone who isn’t your Prince Charming rather than no date at all? Is it acceptable to spend time with a person who you’ll dump in a few more dates? I was the worst breaker-upper in history. If I didn’t like a boy from the get-go, I didn’t waste my time. I knew in the beginning, or so I thought. I avoided the inevitable by not dating a guy I wasn’t mad about –– the breakup. Instead, I only dated those I was crazy about, and then they canned me. Lots of broken hearts happened in the dating life of Tracy Bertolet.
I did the big blow-off a few times; had a date and wasn’t into the guy at all, and when he called, I didn’t return it. This is bad behavior, I know. But is it better to say it? What’s the best way to tell someone, “I’m just not that into you?” My best answer is: “Avoid the truth.” Rather than take that route, I chose to ignore the phone calls instead. In today’s world, that phone call would’ve been an email.
Is dating in a major city like New York in 2012 easier? With less chance of a reencounter after the big goodbye, and most communication through email and texting, telling the truth seems like a simpler task. Easier or not, being out there can’t be easy, and saying or typing those six words can’t be, either.
|Finding Prince Charming in Gotham isn’t easy.–credit|