“TRYING TO DATE JORDAN is like trying to lasso jello,” my father once told friends who wanted to set me up. It’s true. The past 10 years have made me that way: independent, particular, cynical, and maybe even smart. While it’s been a long, messy road from 20, I’ve made it to 29 without leaving too many of my heart pieces scattered across the globe.
I will never claim to be an expert. If anything, I’m the anti-expert. I’ve made mistakes, watched my friends misfortunes, and come out of it unscathed and single on purpose. Dating in your 20s is fun, but it’s perplexing. Here’s what I wish I knew before I entered unchartered territory nine years ago.