Everyone thinks I should stick to dating on apps because “it’s a numbers game.”

I wholeheartedly disagree. I’m not looking to just date, I’m looking for the love of my life and regardless of how many new men I meet or go on dates with—love is not a numbers game. I don’t necessarily think that just because I go on dates with 100 dudes that one of them will work out.

Call me a (cynical) hopeless romantic…

I think love is already written in the cards. The story has already been drafted, the plot has already been decided.

I believe in fate, destiny, and all that other serendipitous bullshit. I do.

So in return I believe that no matter what the fuck I do… date… or not… my dude will show up precisely when he is supposed to—even if I take some fucked up turn, even if one of us ends up delayed due to some long drawn-out detour.

Eventually our paths will cross or the story will start to all make sense.

It doesn’t have to be the obvious rom-com meet-cute I’m always gushing about. In truth he’ll probably irritate the shit out of me on our first encounter. He’ll probably say the wrong thing and I won’t think twice about him until he makes himself glaringly clear that he’s a decent candidate as a leading man in the story of my life.

But I’ll keep going on dates for the meantime, not as an end to the means, but because I actually have the energy and patience to continue exposing myself to potential love interests. Plus, have you seen the list of bars and restaurants I want to go to? I might as well check a few off while I wait.

Also who the fuck knows… maybe my story goes:

“I met your dad on Tinder. He decided to neg me in his opening line. I almost didn’t respond.”

So I’ll just cover my all my bases—at least for now.

*WINKY FACE EMOJI HERE*