Okay, Dating. You Win. I Quit.

I swiped left on swiping left

Dating has been a hard row to hoe for me. If I didn’t have writing as a means of processing it, I think I would have lost my mind about now. There is joy left in it for me. And let’s be honest. I absolutely suck at dating. Bad.

When I was in fourth grade, I wanted to play the flute. The flute is just an adorable little instrument, isn’t it? I was not exactly a cute child so I was going to take “cute” anywhere I could get it. Turns out, I was a horrible flute player. Not only was I bad at it, I didn’t even like it. So I quit.

I’m quitting dating so I don’t walk around feeling like a fourth grade flute player.

I deleted the two dating apps I was using in an absolute huff on Friday night. It was just one more shitty message from some guy that made me throw my hands up in the air. You may remember me writing about the three stages of post-divorce dating. I have backslid from joy to depression. I know longer even remotely enjoy dating. It took me seven weeks to get to this point and for dating apps to make me slightly crazy.

There are things in my life that I may be bad at but I keep plugging away. I am a horrible violin player but, my God, is playing that violin about the most fun thing I…