In other words, life is not an ABC drama written by Shonda Rhimes.(image credit) You have conversations that sound like this: Ryan: “I can’t date you because you dated John.” John: “I can’t date you because you dated my friend Ryan.” You try and explain, “But Ryan and I never dated. However, sometimes dating in a small town can make you feel like you’re wearing a scarlet letter.

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He just sends me really weird photos of his penis, and I’m not sure why.” However, it’s no use. You feel like a double standard is at play and you can’t help but wonder if things would be different if you were a man. This hits home when you bump into Fitness Guy at your local Thrifty Foods.

Meredith Grey and Olivia Pope don’t have to deal with this kind of bullshit. You try not to let this get you down until a guy tells you that he considers you “tainted” as a romantic prospect, because you briefly dated two people that he knows. Although you don’t regret leaving Toronto, you start to remember why you left this one horse town in the first place. You figured it would happen eventually since he lives around the corner from the store, but you still have a heart attack when you see him and almost drop an armful of groceries.

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.

Apparently, your case of sexually transmitted awkwardness is still alive and well.

In the summer of 2013, I moved from Boston, Massachusetts (population 4.5 million), to Hudson, New York (population 6,600).

I went on some good dates, some bad dates, a whole lot in between. In Hudson, as a recently single 31-year-old woman, I couldn’t bring myself to type Ok Cupid’s address into my browser. On weekend nights he tended bar at the popular watering hole a few blocks from my apartment. When I encountered the picture of someone I knew from town, however, I freaked out and hastily deleted the entire app from my phone, only to download it again the following day. It didn’t take long before I ran out of men on Tinder. But upstate Tinder was different than city Tinder and Hudson was not a place teeming with lawyers and doctors and Ph Ds in chemistry. On one of my last nights in Hudson, before I moved back to Boston for another job, I went to the bar with some friends.

I loved reading other men’s profiles, comparing my narrative to theirs, imagining if they could ever intertwine. I was a relative newcomer to town, but even so I felt sure I would recognize everyone with a profile. Oh, well.)I turned to technology next, but technology that hadn’t been available to me when I last dated in Boston: Tinder, the location-based app that shows you little more than a couple of pictures, a line of text, and overlapping Facebook friends. In fact only a couple of swiping sessions, within a couple of days. I increased the top end of my age range to 40, and then 45. I began to more carefully consider every single man, every single potential match. And so as I swiped away, I found myself both matching and connecting with men I would never have given a second thought in the city. I met farmers, construction workers, photographers, writers, and even a professor from Bard. The first man I dated post-breakup served us beers with a friendly hello. One night after lugging my boxes into the Boston apartment about a month later, I logged on to Tinder.

In New York, Kiplinger’s 2012 count notes, over half of the metro area’s 18.7 million households are unmarried ones (the national average is 28 percent), and one in five people fall between the ages of 20 and 34. first in its proportion of single people, and second in the percentage of them who actively date online.

Some say your college years are the best years of your life, especially for dating and relationships, and we’d have to agree.

Before Karl-Anthony Towns and his Minnesota Timberwolves lost to the Lakers this weekend, he was rollin' on Rodeo Drive with his smokin' hot girlfriend, Kawahine Andrade.