I just recently bought a house for myself and my kids and in the process of packing up stuff, I got nostalgic for the early days of living here and who I was back then. It occurred to me that almost every guy I dated, back in the day, was "dating down". Back then I treated my vagina like it was an NGO established to comfort the disadvantaged scrotes of the world.

I feel like women are called "gold diggers" because we don't want to date down but here's what I got from dating down:

  • I STILL got to do what the guy wanted to do. Oh, I'm watching you play video games again? Greeeeeeeeaaaaaaattttt.
  • I had to pay for nice restaurants and trips because they couldn't afford something like that. AND I STILL had to play mommy/therapist/bangmaid. Yes, please, let us spend this entire meal talking about how your father never loved you.
  • I got to enjoy exciting conversations about whatever they were into, so MMA, Joe Rogan, the education benefits at Starbucks. And no, we didn't get to talk about what I was into because it was "boring" or "lame" or they'd try to explain to me how I was wrong.
  • And most of the time we had to have sex at my place, because they either didn't have a place or they were living with their ex-wife or they didn't have a bed. The few times I went over to the guy's place, I got to enjoy awkward sex on a twin mattress. Yay.

The dudes weren't gorgeous or amazing in bed or thoughtful in any way. (Well, they were thoughtful in that they thought about their penis and themselves all of the time). I can't even think what I got out of those interactions other than emotional turmoil, boredom, UTIs and possibly bed bugs.