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It finally happened. At the ripe old age of thirty-nine I became that person. It’s quite the accomplishment, non? But what happens next? Well, I’m glad none of you asked because I’m going to tell you.
You become the infamous Third Wheel.
Behold! Gather round and witness the awkward shuffling of a person who has no-one but still requires human company at social events.
You will be forgotten about
It’s true and you know it’s true because when you were in a relationship, you did it too. It’s natural, especially in the early stages. Just remember to check in on your last single mate from time to time in case they have choked to death on their own boredom.
You will be useful when they’re free
You’ll become the party friend when they’re not padlocked to their other half for the evening but it’s ok; they’ll spend this time talking about them so it’ll feel like they’re there anyway.
You have no one to pull with
You’re going to have to do it sober and alone. Fucking hell.
They will say stupid things to make you feel better
I can’t believe you’re still single.
Why? You’ve met me, right?
You should get on Tinder.
You should get to fuck.
You’ll meet someone when you least expect it.
I least expect it right now and it isn’t happening, is it fuckface?
You’re better off single.
Says the person who isn’t and has no immediate plans to be single.
You’ll convince yourself that you’ll die alone
Because that’s what happens when no one shags you. Death. Death and cobwebs.
You start trying too hard
Everywhere becomes a hunting ground when you’re in full panic mode.
Just maybe (you won’t)
You stop trying completely.
If you’ve been single for years, you’ll come to the conclusion that it’s for a reason. Because you know you better than anyone else and even you wouldn’t date you.
It doesn’t matter though because you have your health, your winning personality and your friends….oh.
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Apart from a brief moment with someone (you know who you are)
my love life has been non-existent for the longest time. It’s true that this might be 85% my fault for being a bit well, me but I blame the other 15% on online dating. It’s miserable. It’s like a ‘choose your own murderer game’ or at the very least, a game of ‘which of these profiles look like they weren’t written by Donald Trump’.
So what are the alternatives? I’ve been researching and these seem to be the most common:
Really? I want my first impression to be me beetroot faced, hairline dripping into my cleavage, gasping for breath while an exercise bike slowly chafes away at my foof? I don’t want to be approached at the gym, in fact, I DON’T EVEN WANT TO GO TO THE BASTARD GYM; PEOPLE WHO GO TO THE GYM ARE THERE.
It’s certainly an option. Being on telly, might be fun, right? However, trying to find love while the whole of Twitter decide whether you’re a good guy or a wank is a little scary. I’d be the one with food stuck between her teeth and no one tells her.
Take a class.
This always sounds promising. Meet someone who likes the same stuff you do! You do however run the risk of paying for an 8 weeks French cookery class surrounded by twenty women who all had the same idea as you.
This is the only place I’ve had any kind of success but everyone involved has been pissed and guided by genitalia. Also you have to brave. You have to march up to someone and communicate with them without typing. Your face is your emoji. Probably the winky one that’s lame as fuck.
God I hate this shit.