If you told me four years ago that I’d actually go on 100 first dates by this time, after laughing hysterically, I’d call you crazy and go about my day. What sane person wouldn’t be able to find real love long before reaching 100 dates? Uh...me.
The old me thought dating was a means to an end—a necessary-but-temporary state that we all must endure until we meet someone awesome who thinks we’re as awesome as we find him. We agree to be a couple and hold hands, get married, pop out a kid, and live happily ever after.