For a while there, I was convinced that there was no such thing as a single guy in his thirties. I just hadn’t met any. They must all be taken.
Then, in the last few weeks, I’ve had encounters with a few. Like, three. Three single men in their thirties! Jackpot! My first thought was, “Hooray! Single men!” This was certainly progress. But, in my mind single men meant available. That’s what you would think, right? Oh, don’t be silly.
I went to a party a couple of months ago and met an attractive guy. He’s in his thirties, I’d put him at 32. We talked almost the entire time I was at the party. He left me for a minute to go get another drink, offered to get me one, and literally told me to “save his spot,” he was coming right back. When I was introduced to a woman later, she asked me if he was my husband or boyfriend, she had noticed the dynamic between us. (That was a bit awkward, luckily he wasn’t standing there when she asked.) When I left, he walked me to my car, but didn’t ask for my phone number, or ask me out, and then, last week sent me an invitation to “connect” on linkedin.com, but still has not asked me for a date.
After leaving that party, I said to my sister, who had witnessed the whole thing, that surely the rules had changed and I didn’t know what they were, because he had given me every indication that he was interested but hadn’t followed through. I just don’t get it.
This is just one example of three or four that I could give you. “Single” and “available” are not synonymous.
I feel like I keep meeting the same guy. They are successful, have a great job, a dog that they love, and an expensive hobby. It’s as though they want to say, “Oh, I’d love to date you, but I’m dating my mountain bike. Maybe if things don’t work out with her…”
So, I feel like I’m learning to be more specific. I’m looking for an available man in his thirties. If you know any, please send him my way.