They rolled their office chairs toward my cubicle and pressed their hands to my shoulder at happy hours. If I moved there with my boyfriend in tow, they told me, I might survive. Between dark basement beers during my last month in Washington, my friends presented me a phantasmagoria of single life in L.Los Angeles residents are not like the rest of us, they said. A.: It looked like skeletal Asian models pair-bonding with balding producers over low-calorie cocktails.In the year that followed, I've learned that my friends and I were both half right: Washington is for nesters, and Los Angeles is for loners, but this has little relation to our populations’ reputations for titanium SAT scores or prominent cheek bones.In fact, it has very little to do with the people playing the game, and everything to do with the way they are scattered across the board.) Meeting a potential love interest halfway for a nightcap means being stranded in a no-man’s-land that can prove both inconvenient and awkward. “That means nobody's picking anyone up, nobody's dropping anyone off—you meet there.A goodnight kiss might require some forethought because you have to factor in, ‘will we be saying goodbye on the subway?Always have a backup plan (and an umbrella/bathing suit in your car).You thought it was going to be just you two, but Mackenzie just broke up with that guy she was seeing and your date felt so bad so she couldn’t not invite her to happy hour.
When I decided to end my eight-year stint in Washington, D. and decamp to Los Angeles last summer, my friends in the capital looked at me like I had announced plans to eject myself into space.We’re not here to tell you the whats, wheres, and hows of Houston dating (because we already did that, here, here, here, and here -- pay attention! So next time, when the date-life struggle gets too real, here’s why you can know it’s not you, it’s Houston: It was nice out when you left the house, but by the time you made it to your picnic in the park the sky looked like the coming of the Apocalypse. Because for better or for worse, dating in Houston is different than anywhere else.Surprisingly, the survey claims that the worst place to be single is bustling New York City, due to the lack of other singles and, we can only assume, the high cost of rents and pricey cocktails necessary to fuel all those dead-end Tinder dates.Other cities that supposedly suck for singles are Miami, Houston, San Francisco, and Laredo, Texas, because, again, there aren’t as many singles around as you might think.
And if they don’t, they aren’t a Houstonian and therefore you shouldn’t date them because as stated earlier, they’re probably moving soon.