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Like many of you, I grew up in a generation of churchgoers who were “kissing dating goodbye,” and for a long time I prided myself on my singleness.I realized that, at best, I didn't remember most of the names of the guys I did this for, because they were mostly two-date randoms.And if I did remember their names, it was because they were horrible to me. " And is tossing the foundation and embracing the sweatpants a sign of defeat, or a sign of empowerment?After six years of living, working, and dating in San Francisco, I was burnt out.I’d dated a handful of guys in the church, got engaged and broke it off, attempted long-distance, and tried several dating apps.