Dating Post Global Pandemic

 Once upon a time, there was a perpetually single woman. She got bored with modern dating and started a blog. She is also neuro-divergent and loses steam for projects.... That's how we got from 2016 to 2022 with no posts. I am sorry.

So, a lot has gone down in this world both personally and globally. This rock is a dumpster fire of ugliness these days. Wars, health pandemics, riots, and humans losing personal autonomy. Personally I have had a tumultuous time of it. Heartbreak and heartache both with loss of friends, family, and love.

BUT

As we are slowly coming out of this apocalyptic hibernation, I find myself back on the market... yay.. 😵

All I have to say: I called it... 

I posted a million moons ago about the absurdities of internet dating and what these profiles require us to inform prospective mates of... and I referenced that we would eventually detail private health information- my joke was anal glands like for dogs... but the vaccine feature, and the polarizing matching that comes with masking or vaccinating has been hysterical to me. 

I ended up in a Covid Situationship... it was dumb... sweet-ish, but dumb. During a break in 2021, I was super amused at how we were encouraged to photograph ourselves in our masks or equivalent. Even more so when I started seeing people posting on adult video sharing sites them and their partners engaging wearing their masks... or masks that matched your lingerie at shops like Savage X Fenty or Victoria Secret... I have questions... Even all these months later... whelp, boo boo, it's time to remember that we are no longer on "Covid time." Like "Island time" on HI, but we don't live "Covid" lives... ain't no time left fo' "Covid time."

But I feel like in this age of " Social Distance" promotion we have forgotten proper planning protocol. Like, yeah, we are all regaining our lives, slowly. We are getting back to our old grinds... but its been 2, 3 years... We are older... we bougie and lazy because we found out what "rest" actually feels like, and our aging bodies are resisting the social lives we've spent the last 2 years complaining that our emotional selves have missed...