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Dating does suck...no matter the age...no matter WLS or not...it just sucks. Granted...I know easier for me to say seeing as though i'm married....but I wouldn't go through all that again! My dating history was not the best....
Never had a boyfriend until after high school graduation. I was 18. Had never been kissed. That relationship started out fabulously....by him date raping me...and me believing it was "love" so I stayed with him and was abused.
Got out of that...moved away to college...met some guy from another college....started dating him...he was a deadbeat who failed out of school, refused to get a job, was "teaching" me how to be on welfare (and he liked the whole welfare system). Whole relationship was 9 mos...which, for half the time, we were officially engaged (ring and everything...which was his grandmothers because lord knows he couldn't get a ring for me...)
Moved back home....my parents somehow were able to talk some sense into me...ended that relationship...had one boyfriend after that who was absolutely crazy about me...for unknown reasons....and he became a stalker and then when I broke that one up (because I was being suffocated) he attempted suicide.
Shortly after that - met Brian which although I was madly in love with him - wasn't sure how that was gonna work out - as I started living at his house due to commuting to work being easier from there - where I promptly found out his mom had been a drug addict and had relapsed. Fun times.
Hang in there...
Never had a boyfriend until after high school graduation. I was 18. Had never been kissed. That relationship started out fabulously....by him date raping me...and me believing it was "love" so I stayed with him and was abused.
Got out of that...moved away to college...met some guy from another college....started dating him...he was a deadbeat who failed out of school, refused to get a job, was "teaching" me how to be on welfare (and he liked the whole welfare system). Whole relationship was 9 mos...which, for half the time, we were officially engaged (ring and everything...which was his grandmothers because lord knows he couldn't get a ring for me...)
Moved back home....my parents somehow were able to talk some sense into me...ended that relationship...had one boyfriend after that who was absolutely crazy about me...for unknown reasons....and he became a stalker and then when I broke that one up (because I was being suffocated) he attempted suicide.
Shortly after that - met Brian which although I was madly in love with him - wasn't sure how that was gonna work out - as I started living at his house due to commuting to work being easier from there - where I promptly found out his mom had been a drug addict and had relapsed. Fun times.
Hang in there...
Instead of complaining that the rosebush has thorns, be happy that the thorn bush has roses. 

Angela,
Dating can be fun, but it is a hassle too. . . the old addage about kissing a lot of frogs before finding your prince comes to mind. . . I met a wonderful guy, but hey, it took me lots of frogs and there were no princes . . . Tony and I will soon be dating 2 wonderful years and maybe because I don't care about marriage and that stuff and the fact that he lives 80 miles away, but truly he is a great guy and I believe you will eventually find a great guy too!
Hugs, Laureen
Dating can be fun, but it is a hassle too. . . the old addage about kissing a lot of frogs before finding your prince comes to mind. . . I met a wonderful guy, but hey, it took me lots of frogs and there were no princes . . . Tony and I will soon be dating 2 wonderful years and maybe because I don't care about marriage and that stuff and the fact that he lives 80 miles away, but truly he is a great guy and I believe you will eventually find a great guy too!
Hugs, Laureen
My Mantra is that I do not determine my success by the number hanging in my closet, nor will I let the scale determine that success either. . . It is through trial and error I will continue to grow and succeed. . . Laureen
"Success is a journey, not a destination." Ben Sweetland