But in March he ended up switching careers and couldn’t handle a relationship

Lemon meringue pie – He messaged me on Okcupid. He seemed super nice, intelligent, but was a little bit of a pretty boy. He asked me for my phone number and then called (yes, called. He said texting was too impersonal) to set up the first date. We met for coffee, but it was nothing special. Neither of us tried to talk to each other again

Vanilla cupcake – I was a little hesitant about responding to his message on Okcupid. He seemed like a funny, but quirky guy. He asked for my number and then after a few text conversations, we met for dinner. I knew from the start it was not going anywhere. He was shorter than me (which isn’t a deal breaker, but doesn’t help) and was incredibly awkward and couldn’t keep a conversation. His “self-employed” job was delivering papers part time while living in his mom’s basement. He was 1 class away from finishing a culinary degree but wasn’t sure if he wanted to finish. Yeah, no thanks. I was ready to be done before we even sat down.

Sugar cookie – He was actually a winner. My first boyfriend! He messaged me on POF shortly after Christmas. He mentioned my ukulele playing abilities and won me over. We met on New Year’s Day (I had a little too much fun the night before if you catch my drift…) and despite my broken blood vessels under my eyes and queasy stomach, we hit it off immediately. We actually dated for about 2 months and things were great. I was devastated, but everything happens for a reason…right?

Chocolate cupcake – I actually messaged him first, from a free trial I had on Match. We had messaged back a little and exchanged phone numbers and agreed to meet for dinner. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t great either. He was a little awkward and had a really annoying laugh. He texted me 2 days after and said he had a lot of fun. I responded thanks, but I don’t see us as being anything more than friends. That might not have been the nicest way to approach it, but why prolong the inevitable?

He messaged me first on Tinder and said something about me being beautiful, but not in a creepy coming on too strong way, it was actually kind of sweet

Funfetti cupcake – He started my string of Tinder dates. Super funny guy, barely taller than me, and had a real job. He asked to talk on the phone before we met for dinner. We talked for almost an hour! When we met for dinner, things flowed really smoothly. I thought we hit it off quite well. But he was absolutely terrible at responding to texts, so we never did end up meeting again.

We met for drinks after work, and it wasn’t awesome but wasn’t terrible either. He wanted to take me to dinner and a lacrosse game. That was crazy boring. He wasn’t very good at keeping conversation. We ran out of things to talk about by the time dinner was over. Needless to say, we never talked again.

Peanut butter cookie – He messaged me on Tinder and he was super sweet

And I lied to my parents about it. (In my defense, dating under your parents’ roof is terribly tricky. They know exactly when you are and are not home and if your mom is anything like my mom, they want to know exactly where you are. All the time)

I took this screenshot this morning. So he’s been trying to contact me for almost 2 months. Just give up already….

Ice cream sundae – This one was interesting. We talked for a week or two then he asked me for my number. We had texted back and forth for a bit, then I suggested meeting up. Radio silence. I had totally written him off but then he texted me like, 3 days later saying he was sick and now he’s feeling better. So we arranged to meet up at an ice cream place. Things went well and a few days later he invited me to the state fair with his roommate and roommate’s girlfriend. We planned to go on a Friday, but because it was rainy he asked to reschedule for Saturday. Saturday rolls around and then he tells me he’s going https://brightwomen.net/es/mujeres-malayas/ to a bar to watch the Ohio State football game then he would text me when they were going to the fair. After a while he texts me “my roommate just bought a round of Fireball…this never ends well.” RED FLAG! Long story short, we never made it to the state fair. And I haven’t heard from him since.

Chocolate chip cookie – He was my first date ever. He messaged me on POF. Tall, dark, handsome, football player, singer, and composer. Oh yes. He and I hit it off pretty well, but then he kind of fell off the face of the earth. He ignored me, gave me ambiguous answers to questions about hanging out, and when I finally called him out on it, he said that we were too different. In his words “you’re a morning person and I’m a night owl.” Really, it’s because I had a real job and he did not. Sorry if that’s harsh, but it’s true.