I've been reading a lot of stuff lately about people frustrated with dating.
It comes from both sides of the aisle: women who are frustrated that they simply can't find dateable men, and men who are frustrated that women are far too picky, and complaining there aren't any dateable men, when they seemingly just skip right over these all men who, on paper, meet all of those girls' supposed requirements. I researched dating and romantic history quite heavily for the relationship book I was writing last year (that I've since put on hold - I'm not in a position to effectively market another book just yet), and while a lot of male-female complaints are as old as time itself, I can tell you that this one - that there just aren't any dateable men, and that the women themselves are far too picky - is one I haven't encountered in the literature prior to the advent of the modern dating and relationship system in the early 20th century.
There’s a blog called Maverick Traveler that I really enjoy reading.And in the middle of it is your average hijab-wearing girl who just wants to listen to some trap music, contour like a Jenner, and not be asked her political views or ISIS every time she leaves her house.Can a girl breathe — or better yet, can she get a date? When you wear a hijab, something as simple as getting a cup of coffee in the morning can turn into a political statement, and navigating romance isn't much easier. He was English, witty, slightly bumbling, and had a crooked smile. He was also part of an emerging pattern: He wasn't the first British guy I'd romantically clicked with. When I first moved to Beijing right after graduating from Brown, I never intended to fall for so many English guys. I'd like to think that I did know, but judging by how headfirst I was diving into the relationship, I couldn't have been sure.