There are only a few struggles I have met being an independent single girl. One of them is moving, another is opening the ever hated pickle jar and the other is being cared for when deathly ill. As I roll over to grab yet another tissue to attend to my incessant runny nose, I once again wish that I had someone to take care of me. These moments are few and far between. I’m typically happy to be alone to fart/cry/burp unapologetically when I need to or to flirt shamelessly with every male server in a restaurant. That darn pickle jar will get me every time though.
I’m a recent small mountain ski town transplant finding herself lost in the city style dating scene. I’m finding it’s a bit different meeting guys that aren’t in perma-ski gear and used to a 6:1 guy to girl ratio. All of a sudden I am struck with a lack of self-confidence as I begin to realize that I’m surrounded by hot chicks in high heels and make up, a lot of them. I’ve never seen girls as competition when not wearing numbers stapled to our snowboard jackets. This is new territory for me.
I asked some of the ladies that I work with how they meet guys. I’m told to check out Tinder, Plenty of Fish, OkCupid and join MeetUp groups. For a girl that spent a total of 13 days sleeping indoors over the four months of summer, staring at my newly acquired pink iPhone does not sound appealing in the least. I just couldn’t get it. Don’t you TALK to people to meet people? What is an eChat? Why do guys on Tinder keep referring to themselves as “Daddy”? I felt my self-worth being diminished with every invisible left swipe.
This isn’t to say I didn’t have some great conversations with guys about books, outdoor trips, things I should see around Boise but nothing seemed to click. Every time I met up with a guy off one of these sites there was something off about them that I couldn’t put my finger on. And then it clicked, they were too clean. I can’t know anything about someone that is putting on their best face, best cologne, best clothes to impress me. I like to get to know men in their rawest state. Taking them skiing and seeing them getting pissed off about overshooting a landing or the embarrassment when they miss their grip while climbing a rock face. I want to see what they look like unshaven, smell their body odor at its finest in the desert heat. Is there an app for that?
Those sites have worked wonders for couples all over this country but unfortunately for this dirty mountain girl I’ll be looking for Mr. Right on my next mountain summit. I can picture his dog’s hair blowing in the wind right now…