Still single at 37… sometimes it feels like the universe is playing a cruel joke on me. Is it just me, or is true love ridiculously hard to find these days? I thought I’d have it all figured out by now—a partner to share life’s highs and lows, someone who feels like home. But here I am, navigating a dating landscape that feels more like a battlefield than a love story.
It wasn’t supposed to be this complicated. In my twenties, I had this unshakable belief that love would happen naturally, like breathing. And sure, I’ve had relationships. Some of them were beautiful in their own way, but none ever lasted. Timing was off, values didn’t align, or we just grew apart. Each ending chipped away a little at that hopeful, wide-eyed version of me.
Now, dating feels like trying to find a needle in a haystack—only the haystack is full of distractions, commitment-phobia, and people who just don’t seem interested in anything real. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve tried to adapt. I’ve swiped, matched, gone on endless first dates, and even dabbled in setups from well-meaning friends. But it’s exhausting, and sometimes I wonder if maybe I’m the problem. Am I too picky? Too independent? Too late?
Despite the frustration, I haven’t given up hope entirely. Somewhere deep down, I still believe true love exists. It might take longer to find, but when it finally comes, I want to believe it’ll be worth the wait.
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