The Magnolia Chronicles
My mother’s New Year’s resolution for me was simple: make a serious effort at putting myself out there and dating again, and do it for one full year.
Or until I fell in love. Whichever came first.
How hard could one year of swipes and matches and awkward first dates be?
In a word: bad.
In nine words: bad and also hilarious, demoralizing, exhausting, and ridiculously amusing.
But the only thing worse than dating in the era of hookup apps and unsolicited dick pics is the absolute whole-life-flail of falling in love.