Hi, I’m Bolaji and I’m single.
I know what you’re thinking “really? but you’re so much fun!” Yes apparently being fun and into a bunch of cool shit does not make a good partner. Welcome to single in the city. Here I will take you through the ups and downs of being single in Chicago. Two things happened recently that made me decide to open up this can of worms. I had a situation where girl meets guy, girl thinks guy is cool, girl thinks guy would make a good partner, so girl begins to have feelings for guy then girl gets rejected and friend-zoned! OUCH!
The second was a Match.com stir event that a friend invited me to recently. I’ve never been a fan of online dating but since my mother has been breathing down my neck about why I’m still single figured I would give it a try. So on a chilly Chicago night I cabbed it over to the House of Blues(weird choice of venue for singles event in my opinion). We walked in to find out their elevator was out of service so we’d have to take the stairs up. Wait what? I’m mildly in shape but I just wasn’t expecting that. With the night already off to a grand start, we hike up the stairs, in heels. Check in, cool.Now it’s time to survey the scene and mingle but not before we waited like 10 minutes to check our coats. The House of Blues apparently did not communicate with whomever setup the event on how many people were expected because they ran out of coat space. How the heck are you an event venue, knowing it’s coat weather and did not properly plan for this ahead of time?!?! strike 2 for this event so far. Coats finally checked it’s time to get a drink, alcohol always seems to help loosen the nerves. After another 5 minutes of waiting without any eye contact from bartender, we decide to just survey the room. 
Yea and that’s where the buck stopped! Seriously I was so fucking offended. The hike up the stairs was the most thrilling part of that whole thing. Where did they get these people from. There was a guy who decided to wear camouflage-esque shirt maybe in case he needed to take a breather from all the ladies he was going to rope in that night(I doubt that). There was a guy in dad jeans. I mean in 2012, really? Levis does make inexpensive well structured jeans you know. At this point I was really ready to leave but not before I overheard someone ask a dude “so are you into fine dining or what are you into?” really?!? who asks shit like that? If I were the guy my response would’ve been, “actually I’m really into alley dining, its so edgy.” Match.com algorithm was beyond flawed, ew. So yes, welcome to Single in the City.
