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08-Sep-2019 03:52

For all the exhausted and confused women running around the island that seems to be throwing men in our face at the same rate as lamb kebabs, we can tell you why it's not working out: The number is not the problem, the problem is the quality.

I realized that it had somehow, unbelievably, been a decade since I was in love. I can, often to my own detriment, fill hours, days, sometimes weeks, with actives of complete solitude without a speck of loneliness. Intent on my career, being single felt more like a badge than a blemish.

I’d had relationships -- some serious, one as short as a day, and more two- to three-month experiments than I could count -- but for the most part, for the bulk of my adult life, I had been single. I watched friends from high school, then couples from college, pair up and settle down. I wanted independence, self-discovery, the autonomy to make my own choices.

I moved to an apartment in the East Village and jumped head-first into a fancy consulting job, followed by a cross-country move to California for business school.

And although I had never in my life imagined a wedding dress, and still didn’t really get the point of an engagement ring, I found myself in a wedding wind tunnel; everyone around me either getting married or trying to.

In San Francisco that meant downloading every possible dating app. We listened to each other’s stories with care, assuring one another that of course he must be a if he never called back after such an intimate night, or that he wasn’t worth a goddamn second if he couldn’t even schedule a date 24 hours in advance.

I realized that it had somehow, unbelievably, been a decade since I was in love. I can, often to my own detriment, fill hours, days, sometimes weeks, with actives of complete solitude without a speck of loneliness. Intent on my career, being single felt more like a badge than a blemish.

I’d had relationships -- some serious, one as short as a day, and more two- to three-month experiments than I could count -- but for the most part, for the bulk of my adult life, I had been single. I watched friends from high school, then couples from college, pair up and settle down. I wanted independence, self-discovery, the autonomy to make my own choices.

I moved to an apartment in the East Village and jumped head-first into a fancy consulting job, followed by a cross-country move to California for business school.

And although I had never in my life imagined a wedding dress, and still didn’t really get the point of an engagement ring, I found myself in a wedding wind tunnel; everyone around me either getting married or trying to.

In San Francisco that meant downloading every possible dating app. We listened to each other’s stories with care, assuring one another that of course he must be a if he never called back after such an intimate night, or that he wasn’t worth a goddamn second if he couldn’t even schedule a date 24 hours in advance.

By no means am I trying to bring down the men of New York.