Dating in your thirties can be such an exercise in humiliation and self torture, so I felt inspired to share my experiences as I try to find my way through the Dallas dating scene so you can laugh, hate and commiserate.
I’m holding out hope that there is some prince out there waiting for me to find him, but on the search I’ve been kissing a lot of frogs and am left to wonder:
Is there a single man in Dallas that actually knows how to please a woman? Does all the local outward expression of propriety and niceness just thinly veil a city full of narrow minded unimaginative losers? Is there still hope for me that I’ll find my soul mate?
Should I hold my breath or just laugh?