Nothing screams BITCH YOU’RE OLD AND OUT OF LUCK more than seeing an advertisement like this:
Rooftop Speed Dating for Singles Ages 25-35
FOR: Men 25-37
Please direct your eyes to the range for men, which is acceptable even though you can easily round that number UP to 40.
But oh yes, for women? We have been uh.. Rounded DOWN.
I had speed dating on my “To Do” list for 2012, but didn’t take little things like age range into consideration.
Date, location and price is what comes to mind but not the cut off being 35 years for women while the men (of course) get the pass on those extra years.
I just received this e-mail moments ago with the header “V-Day Rooftop Speed Dating” and initially started to delete it, delete and then delete it again.
What’s my issue?
I have two and the first is a nagging reminder that men always seem to have the better odds (based on sheer numbers) and other things.
Secondly, that V since this event is slated for February 14th, that V obviously doesn’t stand for va-jay-jay.
It’s that one day of the year when MOST singles probably want to crawl into a hole and just stay there until 12:01am.
I say most although that statement likely applies to nearly every single person out there who is NOT in denial.
You know the ones- the lying women who harp “I’m okay with my single status” or “It’s just another day, no big deal” or the absolute losers who want to do “Single Ladies Unite” day.
I tell you this much – this woman here isn’t in denial and even if I say I’ve been enjoying the worry-free months as a single woman, I am not celebrating it.
Not one iota.
So realizing that even if I wanted to try this speed dating event being advertised, I suddenly felt like I’d been sucker punched in the gut.
I’m no spring chicken.
This means I either accept that I am now beyond the median age men will possibly consider which is rounded down OR start lying my ass off about my age.
I can take the disparity in what ages the men I’m more likely to be interested in vs what THEY are interested in and write away. Perhaps another day.
Or, I can start rounding down.
Yes, being born in the year 1979 has a nice ring to it. 🙂
Until there’s a cure for the hangovers…