Starting in the Middle

It’s taken me awhile to get here, but I’m happy with my life right now. I’m 30 years old, single, have a good job and have a great place to live. I could use a new car, but I’d rather spend money on drinking and taking vacations rather than paying a car note and high insurance. I live just a couple miles away from Detroit and getting downtown only takes about 10 minutes. I find Detroit an interesting place to be, especially when it comes to the dating scene.



I live alone and sometimes struggle to keep my one plant alive. My dating life has been quiet lately, in fact almost non-existent. It has been a little by choice and a little by circumstances. So let’s start here…

The Beginning: If someone would’ve told me ten years ago I’d still be single and living alone at 30, I probably would have laughed at them. Now that I’m 30, I wonder if I’ll meet someone that I’d want to spend more than a few months dating. Both of my parents were teenagers when I was born, and the things they went through showed me that I didn’t want to be a young parent.

Somewhere in my life, I got an idealized dream of what a relationship and marriage should be. Or maybe I didn’t want what everyone around me had. No one in my family has had a very long and successful marriage. Both of my parents have been divorced three times and my grandmother as well. I can’t remember either one of my parents spending that much time alone, they always seemed to be in a relationship.

I can still remember my first crush (Randall), my first kiss (R.H.), my first time (different story for another day) and my first love (more about that later). But none of my relationships have been really successful, someone that I would want to spend the rest of my life with, or even have them live in my house.

Back to the Middle: Because everyone I knew was always in a relationship, I guess I wanted to prove to myself that I could be happy alone. That being in a relationship didn’t define me, but I wonder if I could be happy with someone else in my life.

The Ending: Is still yet to come. I’m writing this as a way to tell the story of my personal life. Come with me as I chronicle my dating life, relationships and friends. I’ve turned 30 and realize that I don’t want to be alone forever. I want to be with a guy that wants me and maybe have some kids some day.