I felt amused and flattered, being propositioned by a man half my age, especially since I don't consider myself chill, and in fact, am not even sure what chill is. I felt excited, yes, but also a little icky, and in need of a loofah.
We live in a world where if one little thing rubs you the wrong way about someone you're dating, you can get on your device and shop for someone else. People are so busy running from person to person that no one's holding still long enough to see whether they actually like who's in front of them.
So here we are with seemingly a zillion options at our disposal for finding everlasting love, and yet the rate of singles is higher than it's ever been in this country. Are we seriously looking for The One, or does having this many options make it harder than ever?
At this rate it will only be a matter of time before romantic escapades are solely conducted via technology. Just imagine a dystopian world where virtual kisses replace real ones and awkward romantic advances are merely an app away?
I also used to hide that I survived Ewing's sarcoma (bone cancer) at 17 years old and myelodysplasia (bone marrow cancer) at 19. Now nearly 10 years cancer-free, rules help me live a complete and genuine life.