Where does a moderately popular internet star who never leaves her house look for potential suitors? Online. Tinder, Bumble, Match.com, OkCupidāI 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 letās say, eventually, you meet someone. You think to yourself, āWow, theyāre perfect! Take me off the market, put a ring on it, knock me up, the whole enchilada, because they are āthe one.āā Letās also say that they āfeel the same wayā about you. Your life starts to make sense! All the pain, heartbreak, and frustration from past failed relationships was worth it. Slow clap.
Thatās 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 ālove at first sight,ā but for me, it was āanxiety on every date.ā
Something was telling me to runābut for two years, the only running I did was straight into his arms.
If only I would have listened.
This isnāt a love story.
Itās my story of survival.