Tonight is a melancholy kind of night. Which, let’s admit, first, in my time zone it is actually morning, and second, the occasional melancholy night can be an excellent opportunity for nostalgic remembrances. But I have experienced several in a row lately, and that is not terribly desirable.
Here is the truth: I am going to be thirty. (Insert When Harry Met Sally “going to be forty” quote) And I have not been in a serious, romantic relationship since I was twenty-one. And, to be fair, I have been mostly unconcerned on that front since I turned twenty-five. But there is something magical about 30 that can make you question your life.
So I went on ChristianMingle.com, just to look around and make sure I was even in an area where eligible men existed. After investing some of my free time completing most of a profile and personality-dating quiz, I discovered that being on a dating site in a town where you grew up is not optimal. People recognize you, and you get a kind of attention you never bargained for. Plus, ChristianMingle.com does not understand your history with the people on its site, and it will insist that this person is a 98% match for you, when the universe clearly understands the atrocities of such a match. These results led to some hilarious texts between my friends and me, which made it all worth it.
Delete profile. (Internet dating just isn’t my thing.)
So instead we have melancholy nights for a little while. And, honestly, I can live with that better than existing in the middle of a poor relationship life choice. If I were not to have a serious romantic relationship again, I would still thrive.
And anyway, it’s only thirty…right?