The last dude to go on a date with me pretty much took my last shred of patience/faith in NYC men. Everyone put this guy on a pedestal because he called me on the phone to have a legit conversation (who does that these days?), he was good about texting and made plans far enough in advance. On paper he seemed pretty promising. In the end he just wanted to get me into bed, ASAP. I feel as though I am missing parts from this story, but excuse me—I'm exhausted.

I haven't been on a date since. I'm sleeping on all of my OKC messages. I go through the motions of checking my account out of sheer curiosity, but I have absolutely no motivation to respond to anyone or act on any invitations to do anything.

Why?

Cause I give zero fucks right now.

I am way too productive with my everyday routine while saving space for those already proven worthy of my time. I’m tired of this “active search.” I never really thought this was the proper way to go about things anyways, but hey… everyone was telling me I wasn’t doing my part of being available.

I tried folks, I really did.

Its hiatus time.