It's Not You, It's...No, Wait, It's You

I had a conversation last summer with the parents of the kids I used to nanny for that has stuck with me. It went something like this:

Husband: “My brother has been speed dating. He really likes it”. (His brother is in his early 30s)

Me: “Wow. I hope my life never comes to that.”

This is where I realize maybe I shouldn’t have been so honest, but the conversation continues.

Wife: “I think it is great too. You’ll see that when you are out of college it is not as easy to meet people your age that you will want to date. Your social network becomes mostly limited to your current friends the people you work with. In college you meet new people every semester, but not in the real world.”

Me: “Kill me now.”

What they said makes perfect sense, and the whole idea of not having to sit through an entire meal with a person before you realize you don’t like them has its advantages. But in my judgmental mind, it seems so desperate. I think I would be more interested in joining the nunnery (I say as a 22-year-old who is currently dating a very nice young man).

At least this isn’t my reality…yet.