There is always that one day of the year when the temperature reaches 80°F and I wear my navy polka-dot tube dress with towering white heels and no jacket. Even on the coldest June night, I remind myself that there will be one day in September when it’s hot.Perhaps my match is like that one perfect, sunny day? Maybe right now I’m stuck in the June gloom period of my dating life.Meanwhile girls have decided that leggings, flats, and a messy bun are completely acceptable. Like, borderline might have Asperger’s and/or calls the uniforms in baseball “costumes” and/or has to leave mid-date to fix some code. And, yes, that person will make more money in a month than you do all year.SF is hella small, so there’s a good chance you’ll date your co-worker and several people in your friend group.Oh, did you think you actually had a date tonight just because the person you asked out said “maybe?” Welcome to SF where “maybe” means “no” and “yes” means “maybe” and the only way your date is ever going to actually happen is if you have a reservation at Lazy Bear and/or the person has no better offers. Definitely don’t get attached to anyone you date in San Francisco because no one who moves to San Francisco actually stays in San Francisco.The good news is that you can find out ahead of time how they are in bed from ever single person you’ve ever met.
To be fair, this is just a San Francisco thing in general, but even for a date, guys will show up in a hoodie and the free T-shirt they got at their last tech meet-up.
I was at the Balboa Cafe, sipping a glass of Whispering Angel rosé, trying not to make eye contact with a gentleman who walked through the front door.
As I avoided his gaze, I felt like I was suffocating.
A couple of weeks ago, on a particularly cold San Francisco summer night, I found myself in a dark place.
Not only was I freezing in the middle of June, but suddenly my relationship status and the fact that I had been single in SF for the past ten years felt like a jail sentence with no bail.