The past year has been one long lesson in dating, with September marking the one-year anniversary of my reentering the dating world. My single mom status led my daughter to be assumed as “baggage” by a number of guys (assholes!), easiest method of knowing not to give them my time. My single mom status also led to plenty of guys getting “cold feet” at the last minute, canceling the night before or the day of a date, only to never be heard from. Again, quick method of determining who was worth my time, I just wish I hadn’t wasted the time leading up to that point. Then there’s the guys who assume because I have a child, I’m quick to bed. Honey, I’m not desperate—I’m borderline shallow.

Clarification: entering into the world of online dating.

Six sites I have done stints on in the past year, and most of them didn’t last a week as the blocking of assholes became too much of a hassle. Tinder, the notorious hookup site, was downloaded and deleted monthly. Weekly I swore off guys. And weekly my high standards inched higher.

What happened when a guy called up a girl? Being asked out in a text message is so unflattering, almost degrading. And can someone please explain to me why guys want to “hang out” but then refer to it as “dating” later on? Like no, dude, two totally different phenomenons there. I know, I don’t sound like I just turned 27 yesterday. This is the norm, & completely unacceptable to me, to many. Then why do we accept it? Go with it? Allow for it?

What happened to chivalry? Dave Chappelle thought women killed it and Meg Ryan believed it simply caught the flu. I think it hides in shadows like abandoned, trapped flies.

Last weekend I went on a date and it blew my mind when the guy held open my door. Every time. It’s a lost art but it wasn’t lost on me, not when I nearly asked him what he was doing—I thought he had to rearrange shit or was simply out of it. (Awkward turtle.) It’s sad when such an act, one many fail to do for strangers—we should!—is lost in a world where kind acts need to thrive. What happened to the simple “hello good mornings” and “goodnights”? Those have always been a favorite in dating but rarely appear throughout the entire relationship. They eventually get swept under the rug with everything else. After the first impression has been made, why do people slack on the simple things? Relationships are often made and kept over the little things—it’s the little things that will also often begin to drive the wedge into the relationship.

Male or female, reentering the dating world is always ripe with fear and concerns. With each ex, I learned something about myself, what I’m not willing to put up with, how I want to be treated, and what I deserve. And it has also added up to a mountain of trust issues and second-guessing the guy’s intentions.

I have always jumped into relationships, letting the guy choose the pace—fitting considering my nonchalant attitude of going with the flow, but that only lasts until I realize we aren’t on the same page. I’ve been with the guy who wanted me to commit, for us to be exclusive, only to find out the beginning was an act or the same rules didn’t apply to him—he had needs I couldn’t fulfil due to distance, I couldn’t expect him to do the same, according to him. But I don’t do cheaters. I don’t do second chances.

The disrespect and “not good enough” that comes with cheating is mind-fucking. If they remembered you, you weren’t enough to keep them from performing the act. If they did remember you, you didn’t mean enough to keep them from performing the act. It’s a lose-lose. The hilarious part is when they use the former as an excuse. Thank you for telling me how little of significance I rank in your life.

I stayed with Evelynn’s father longer than I should have. It was another relationship battling distance, among a slew of other issues. I lost myself. I compromised too easily and lost my identity, what I wanted. I settled for settling. It was over before it ended. When it did, I went off the grid for nine months. Then I jumped into a relationship with a guy and once again sidelined what I wanted and needed in a relationship to be happy. It only lasted through the holidays but afterwards, I went off the grid again.

I compromise myself in dating.

I find myself in solitude.

It’s a trend.

Correction: it was a trend.

Dating is harsh. It’s constantly opening myself up to heartbreak and re-erecting walls when they confirm my fears, only to be the one to demolish them again if I want to make an effort. It’s exhausting and draining. It’s empowering when I remember I control my happiness—it’s ultimately my decision to allow a guy in. I control my own happiness. I dictate my future.

Dating might be degrading and harsh but I also learn my strength, the heartbreak I can take.

We aren’t made of glass to shatter on the floor, prick others to bleed with us. We aren’t rock, to stand still and lie doormat, to crack and be irreparable. No, we are tulips. We soak up the sunshine and take beatings from rainstorms, bending until we break…and then we grow back again to reveal our beauty, our strength.

We are tulips in the springtime.