ABOOT ME.

I'm Fanny, and if you have gathered from the title of this site, I'm going stag! For a year. I mean, it's not like I wasn't already single and alone, but now I'm just making it more clear that I've also given up trying.

My year count down began October 22nd, 2018, a near full month after my 27th birthday. I don't really know where and when the actual, first ever challenge began, what it's proper title is, if it even has one, and who I owe the credit to... There's so many articles on this type of challenge on the internet, and in the same vein, not enough, so I'm going take the bits I like about it, and throw out all the crap I don't.

So I'm dubbing my personal challenge 1 Year No Dates. I know, it's very original and clever. But it gets right to the point and it was available on Instagram, so follow me, NOW!

My version of this challenge is NOT of the religious variety. I am truly, madly, deeply not a religious person, so if you were looking for a chaste blog about how I'm letting Jesus take the wheel this year, you're going to be severely disappointed.

As an average woman who lives in a large city full of beautiful people, I thought I had options galore at my fingertips. But it's all a fucking sham, people. And like many young, single millenials, I've grown rather jaded by the ghosting, the rejection, and the blandness of it all. 

More so, I've become sick of the person I become when I am dating. I am simultaneously desperate and fickle. Needy and fussy. The worst of the worst of my traits come out when I'm looking for love. I end up dismissing good, kind people, and overvaluing more attractive ones. It's a very hypocritical and exhausting experience and I just need to pull myself out of it, not only for my benefit, but for the benefit of everyone around me that has to endure my unhealthy dating behaviours.

I'm hoping this challenge will make me a much happier and confident person, and to learn to stop comparing myself to everyone else around me. Everyone is going to do life in their own unique way. So fucking what if your 7th grade best friend is pregnant with her third child? WHO CARES if your ex-boyfriend just married his very beautiful and far-more accomplished girlfriend? Does it even matter that your nephew is travelling Europe for 3 months? No! You do you, girl! You've got a shelf-full of yarn, and... wi-fi... and... a bed. That's all you need!