I Went on 13 First Dates in 6 Weeks.

You know how when you were sixteen, you thought finding love was going to be simple? You’d meet someone in college, you’d have a happy relationship, and you’d marry them. There was never a question about the future — everything was as clear as a Disney happy ending where every princess finds her prince. Some of us dreamed of white picket fences (not me though. Those fences look a little vampire stake-y to me), some of us dreamed of meeting prince charming at a college party (again not me. Because most dudes at those parties are stoned or drunk and there’s a 70% chance they will puke on your shoes), and some of us dreamed of meeting our soulmates while traveling in a foreign country (except…what’s the point of that? Isn’t the romance over once you leave?). <a href="https://medium.com/@minoti.watson/i-went-on-13-first-dates-in-6-weeks-f3a55030ae9d">Read More</a>