Before I got cancer, I thought dating was hard. Then I turned 30, got sick, and quickly learned that dating with cancer is an entirely different game. For the first time in my life, I wasn't choosy. It's hard to be picky when you're dating with cancer; you're more focused on living and less focused on his third nipple.
Over the past three years, I have been on plenty of dates, probably too many to count. There have been some great dates. What qualifies as a great date, you ask. For me, I would say a great date has three key ingredients: lots of laughter, some meaningful conversation, and physical attraction. I am quick to qualify a date as a bad if I hear one or more of the following things.
This guy contacted me through an online dating site. His profile was well written, and he seemed to have his act together. He seemed normal. He was an attorney, new to town and looking to meet new people. He was 45 years old and nice looking according to his profile photo. All signs pointed to responding.
With all of the monumental heartache, building insecurities and irreparable damage that presents itself after such said rejection, there are still certain instances when you should welcome it -- actually, you should count your lucky stars that you dodged this destructive bullet and the Gods above threw you a bone.