Reason 7,692 I'm Really Glad I Don't Date...
Imagine trying to Covid date. No, seriously, just imagine.
I saw something on the news today about a survey focused on couples actively dating right now, and the Covid precautions they’re taking. I started thinking, what in the actual hell could you do as far as dating at the moment?
You can’t go to the movies. You can’t meet for a drink. You can’t really even sit near one another at dinner. Imagine how those initial conversations getting to know one another would feel so invasive, having to shout your entire life story over the 6 foot space between you and your date.
Sssssss…mm umm.
Basically, trying to date someone at the moment consists of actually having to say yes to Netflix and chill, even if you really just want to watch Netflix and chill.
Yea, that makes me really uncomfortable and I’m not even in that scenario.
You essentially can see one another in your home with take out and I am so very uncomfortable with that being the sole option, for the obvious reasons.
But, Sweet Baby Jesus, this is the nice guys’ dream.
I have had a run-in with a nice guy in a “no, really, just Netflix no chill” situation in my last disaster that is otherwise known as dating. It was a coworker, and the Netflix in question was the movie 300. He had a TV about 3 times the size of mine, because, duh, I’m a chic.
What I thought was a simple invitation to watch some death occur in life-sized technicolor was actually a super lame attempt for a nice guy to try to put his grubby mitts on me, then cop a shitty little nice guy attitude when I treated him just like a 3-year-old and physically picked his hands up and removed them from my person.
Yea, I did that.
Even in my younger and not so Bitchface days, I have always had serious boundaries, and they usually involve any part of you touching any part of me. It just isn’t something I’m cool with, please, good sir, get your nasty little phalanges the fuck off of me, though.
I can’t imagine the Netflix and No Chill option essentially being all you have for options in dating. Girl, you better put in more research than you did for your fucking dissertation because God knows you do not want to make a wrong move in this type of scenario.
If I were dating, I wouldn’t be. That’s guaranteed. It’s terrifying enough actually putting yourself in a physically vulnerable position to begin with, and typically you at least have the strength of the crowded place you agree to meet them in. There is simply no way in hell you could get me to be alone somewhere with someone I know from what; internet “meetings?” Sssss….mm umm. I think I’ll go ahead and pass.
I’m jotting it down. Reason #7,692, Netflix and No Chill, No Thanks.