The dating scene is as competitive as the real estate market (if you aren't familiar, I'd describe both as just shy of a bloodbath).
"During my seven years living in New York City I reached the same conclusion as pretty much every other city girl I ever consulted on the subject: Dating in NYC is the WORST.
So when I was out last night and saw a group of three young, ringless guys at the table next to me, I did what any self-respecting dating blogger would do: I bombarded them with awkward questions about their love lives. Obviously, people date and get married here all the time. What's your biggest dating challenge wherever you might live?
Here are some depressing answers I got when I asked them how they meet people to date in a small town: Well then. After jokingly telling them they were not helping my cause at all, they said they felt like losers, and that I had driven them to drink. I'm going to keep an open mind, spruce up my outdated online dating profile, and in the meantime, try not to feel bad that my entire social life currently revolves around my parents. Comparing the dating scene in places around the country: Here Are the 12 Loneliest and/or Mermaid-Occupied Towns In America :(The Top 10 Cities for Dating--Let's All Move to Hotlanta, K?
And luckily, in a city of 8 million people, I didn't have to worry much about running into those guys again.
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So the first thing you need to do is to change your mindset. Take A Good Look At Yourself: I want to give you a little bit of a wake-up call.
I want to challenge you to look deep inside your life.
It's been revealed that couples who meet through online dating are 25% less likely to seperate than couples who meet through more traditional means.
The study asked almost 20,000 people, all married, a series of questions about their relationship, to discover how happy they were.
That’s the feeling that rises up in my throat whenever anyone asks me the totally non-condescending question of why I’m still single, which I’ve answered so many times in so many tones (“Just haven't met the right guy, I guess! There was the guy who kept taking calls from a number he’d labeled “Happy Happy Fun Time,” which turned out to be his drug dealer.