When I first got the idea to create Suddenly Single, I snooped the web to see if a similar concept existed. Since people around me regularly complain and joke about the dating scene in SF/Silicon Valley, I was expecting to see some juicy articles.
I was disappointed.
If you’re looking for personal accounts, there aren’t many. While women have written about their general experiences, they all write under their own name. There’s only so much you can say when your identity is on the line.
What’s in a name?
I was able to find some interesting stories, but they were written all the way back in 2015 and 2016. That’s like, 10 years in tech time:
People here methodically plan out drug-binges for the weekends but parade their mindfulness on the weekdays. (If your meditation practices are guided through an iPhone app, it still counts. Right? #headspace)
There are a lot of crazy happenings out there, and not enough people on the inside are talking about it. I have tales of engineers at Google, technicians at Apple, product managers at Lyft, recruiters at Facebook, and millionaires on Tinder. Every weekend there’s something new.
Could I preserve my identity without backlash? Is it smart to use my own name to talk shit and blow the whistle on powerful, privileged people with more money than you can imagine? Probably not.
I am avoiding all potential relationships in order to investigate and report. I’m dating for research.
Boys tell you all the good shit on dates. This past week alone, I learned the sex habits of a well-known tech celebrity (You’ve probably heard of him.), the secret/not-so-secret drug culture within startups, bizarre ways founders source their employees, and how many women these founders/celebrities are sleeping with (Spoiler alert: It’s A LOT.).
As a recovering serial monogamist, I have to take special measures to stay detached. What special measures you ask? Dating a fuck ton of dudes. Apparently it’s fairly easy to dodge potential partnerships when you’re living like The Bachelorette.
There are many purposes to this blog: Gratuitously brandishing my narcissism (I get to talk about my sex life and pretend it’s for a greater cause.), exposing sexism in tech, exploring the boujee millennial drug culture, and revealing what successful Silicon Valley personalities are really like.
No matter how many guys I date, however, I can’t fully do this alone. I need you to tell me your stories.
Email me, betches! Tell me about your struggles as a woman in tech. Tell me about the time you did blow with your CEO. Tell me about the creepy messages the engineer on your team texts you. Tell me anything.