Diary of a Seattle Dater

Slot machines.    I've figured it out. I LOVE playing the slot machines. Take me to Vegas and I am a kid in a candy store. So many emotions! So many possible outcomes! Sometimes you walk away so happy because you came out even. Sometimes you hate yourself for spending way more than you promised before walking in. Other times, the game turns out to be nothing like you expected and you immediately remove your ticket after one play and quickly find a new machine. Other times, you've been sitting there for hours wondering what you've done with your life and how you became to be so interested in pressing the same button, over and over...and over......and overrrrrr. BUT! It's all worth it if you win right?! Alas....enter dating. Online dating is just like the slot machines. You never know what you'll encounter. I have not been on another date since the last entry. Pretty much, I love being with friends, family, doing things on my ...

Dating....Sigh  We have been here before. And here we are again. Now a days, it is almost impossible to meet someone in "real life". Gone are the days of asking one out in the grocery store, in passing or God forbid you see an attractive person while out and you approach them. That very person could be sitting next to you in a restaurant, not say a word and then immediately swipe right on their app to your very self once home. ***For newbies or those out of the game: On apps, you swipe right if you like, swipe left to send them to the pit of rejection*** Swiping. It's become quite the topic of conversation in our household. Mom and Dad's number one question is "Had any new swipes lately?!" Now, that in itself is hilarious sounding coming out of your parents mouth, but when they actually truly mean it, it makes it even more funny. We have taught them the in's and out's of tinder, Match and Bumble. So...