The Spinster

I'm finding that the longer I'm on Tinder the more I feel it's an absolute waste of time.

Which shouldn't be my perspective at all. 

The Vegan, The Comedian, Ireland, The Aussie. All came to be because of the wonderful world of Tinder.

But you see they all seem to be so altogether predictable. 

The gentlemen. 

Or boys, rather. 

It has become monotonous instead of stimulating and I find I no longer look forward to reading my messages anymore. 

They're either gonna be crude or it's gonna turn out they live out of state.

Whine. Whine.

Boo Fucking Hoo.

Men are pigs. 

What news is this?

Well the news is that in spite of our social niceties in assuming it's perfectly acceptable for a woman to be single, it's mostly horseshit. 

The world still expects us to find a proper husband as though I were living in Downton Abbey. 

It's less obvious. 

And most people aren't honest enough to say it outright but there is an unspoken understanding that if you have a uterus it is your job to find someone to marry. 

And the potential suitors are often less than desirable. 

The thing I find so curious is that often I feel it bugs others that I'm single more than it bothers me. 

"Oh, I'm sure you'll find someone."

"He's out there, you just haven't met him yet."

"They met climbing, see, there's hope for you yet."

But is all that encouragement for my benefit or theirs?

So they can feel reassured that I'll stop breaking social convention and settle down already in the box reserved for every woman: WIFE.

I've been indulging in season after season of Downton Abbey this past week. 

And the greatest responsibility each of the daughters face is finding a husband. 

And it made me laugh because 100 years later that's still what's on everyone's minds. 

I ran into a girlfriend I hadn't spoken to in ages and do you know what she asked me?

She asked if I was still with my ex and if I was seeing anyone new. 

That's it. 

Nothing about my work. 

Nothing about my interests, my Youtube, my cat. 

She didn't inquire about my family or my friends. 

She wanted to know my relationship status. 

Because just like the world of Facebook that's all anybody cares about. 

And it's beyond infuriating. 

I love men. 

I love love. 

But there is more to me than my relationship status. 

And even if I did have a boyfriend or a husband is that really all anybody wants to hear about?

Because I actually have a lot more to say. 

About a lot of things. 

Which is why I'm so grateful for this blog. 

I can damn well say what I want. 

And if I'm not interested in tying myself to any of the bores I've managed to date as of late, then you'll have to forgive me. 

I'd rather not settle for anything less than extraordinary.