Crash

I am starting to think that trying to date in this city is a big waste of time.  People in this city do not fall in love because they want to.  They crash right into it.  

Everyone is so busy with their careers that no one even looks up.  It is the city that epitomizes “work hard and play harder.”  People party like they are in college and date the same way too.  By that I mean they do not date.  You meet someone at a bar, exchange business cards or they get your number, and never use it.  They think to themselves, “I’m young.  Someone will come along later, after I am settled in my career.”   If you are not going to somehow help their career or they are going to get instant gratification, it is not worth it.  

For some people, this is a hard reality.  You get lonely and long for physical contact with another human being.  You decide to let a boy walk you home from the bar.  You kiss him on your doorstep.  Ok, maybe you let him push you up against the door and entangle yourselves for a good hour.  You might even wake your roommate up because you keep ringing the doorbell.  However, no matter how many times he asks, you do not let him in.  Maybe it’s because you know he is never going to let you in.  He is not looking for a connection; he is looking to get laid.  

Any successful couple in this city either met somewhere else, or they crashed into each other.  It was literally something that they could not avoid. Some of them started out as what they assumed would be a one night stand.  Some of them were dating other people when they met.  Some of them even worked together and had secret affairs.  These are the great love stories of our time.  Love isn’t what people are looking for; it is what they crash into Lost-style.  The plane is our careers, and out of nowhere, we end up crashing on this bat-shit crazy island called love.  There is no escaping it.  

The people in this city that want love, that want to have a connection with someone, struggle. You can try the online dating thing, but most people on there are just looking to get laid.  Work, sex, and alcohol are the things DC thrives off of.  Maybe that is everywhere, or maybe it’s our generation.  Until we crash into love, we are stuck.  

I wish that all of you make your big crash soon.