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5 reasons why dating isn't so bad

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We all have been there, spent time there, currently live there. I don’t care if you were married at 18 or 41 – I promise you at one point you hated dating.
But here’s the thing: Why are we always so negative about it? I mean, my word. There are some definite pros to this whole courting thing.

I’m not saying it’s always fun and games, because GOSH, it is not all fun and games. I will tell you, that there have been plenty of dates that I chugged a Monster or Red Bull prior to the date just so I knew I was guaranteed a good time. Am I joking? Absolutely I’m not. Am I ashamed? Meh. Got the idea from my best friend Niff. And I promise the boys were grateful too. It turned me from a brick into a sideshow.
I’m dedicating this blog post to the pros of dating. Because like I said, they exist.


1.   One winter semester, I got a new roommate Annemarie. From what I could tell, she seemed like a sweet girl—shirt off her back type. And she is!
One day she had three dates in a weekend. (Go AM.) When talking to my other roommates about her weekend, she said something along the lines of, “I don’t care about these guys, just as long as I date more than Sarah.”
HA. What?

Game on.

I don’t even remember what we bet. Food? Probably. I can’t imagine caring about anything else.
This changed things. It turned it into something really fun, and it bonded us. We had a tally board in our apartment. When guys would enquire, we would mutter something about pie and say, “I looooove that shirt on you. Can we go?”
We were dumb. Most guys thought it was a kissing tally chart. Ha, no. And also, YIKES.
I won’t say the numbers we ended up with, but I will tell you this: Annemarie won.
So many curse words.  She cheated I SWEAR, but she is serving the Lord in South Korea currently, so it wouldn’t be too fair of me to lay out the lies (possibly definitely not lies slash I’m only slightly bitter) when she can’t defend herself.

Here’s the point: We saved some money from the number of free meals we had that semester.  Enough money that I almost hate myself and want to buy every boy a gift certificate to BWW’s. At the same time, as far as I’m concerned, that’s fiscally smart. I treated myself to Cheesecake Factory in honor of all the money I saved.

2.    I’ve gone out with some amazing guys. A lot of which I learned a ton from and am still good friends with to this day. They’ve broadened my mind spiritually. They have opened my eyes to service. They taught me what I was worth and how I deserve to be treated. (Pictured are some males I endorse.)
This kid will treat whoever he ends up with like a pwincess. (The "w" was on purpose.)


Most guys I’ve gone out with are 10 x’s smarter than me. They stretched my mind and made me think. They inspired me to be better.
Not every guy I've gone out with, but certainly plenty have been hilarious. And you don't want to trade the dying-from-laughing experiences for anything. 
This is Bryson's and my most disappointing discovery: laundry detergent flavored energy drink. Laughed so hard that day.
I'm embarrassed how much this kid makes me laugh. Also, that's a pie. *headshake.*


They boosted my confidence, listened to me, talked with me, laughed with me and helped me become the girl (I’ll never be a woman—even when I’m a grandma, I will hate that) I am today.
Everyone thinks I'm secretly planning to marry Scott Ford. This is my time to publicly announce that.... That probably won't happen. But he's taken me out a time or two, and he's helped shaped me into Sarah. 


3.   I can honestly say that I’m totally fine with the bad dates I’ve had. In fact, I look forward to them. The mediocre ones are the ones that waste my time.
The bad dates are great stories and the reasons why I sometimes make friends.

Like when the kid threw up.

The one when I had to buy my date’s booze because he didn’t have any money.  And I don’t even FREAKING drink.

The kid that told me his biggest fear was that his wife would get fat WHILE I was drinking a milkshake. My third milkshake that week. It was Wednesday.

When the kid’s credit card got declined after complaining about the price in the first place. No wonder he complained about the price. (Sorry if you’re reading this—but did you really think it went well?)

The kid that hit on my best friend on the date. (She ended up marrying his brother.) KARMA’S A...

The one who ordered wine at dinner and smelled it like an old man with oiled hair. Not only do I morally not drink, but I was also three years below the legality of it. What a weirdo.

The one who was smoking a cigarette when he met my mom.

The one where I ended up crying slash almost had a mental breakdown and asked him to put me in a cab. Also, that was the first date.
And the last.

The one who passed out on my bed after drinking half a bottle of Nyquil.

These are the stories I will tell. I’m a little less inclined to relay a story about a nice dinner and pleasant conversation that ended in a hug goodnight and we week-long texting flirtation. Gag me. Although, I wouldn’t say that was a waste of my time either.

4.     It’s not so bad to have the flattery of being asked out. It actually feels quite nice to know that someone finds you interesting enough to go out of their way to spend time with you.

5.     The more you date, the more certain you can be that whoever you end up with is who you want to end up with. This could be wishful thinking, but I almost feel like whoever I end up with I will be kind of excited about. And I think at that point, I will have dated enough to be able to say with some certainty, “I actually choose you.”


So there's a little optimism on the dating front we're not used to. Cheers to future awful, awesome dating extravaganzas. 

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