I’ve been on about 100 online dates through years. I’ve seen it all. Having lived in multiple places and growing up in an ever increasing digital world, I’ve definitely seen a lot. From AOL chat rooms asking A/S/L and hoping it was a girl and not a 50-year-old pervert to the ever popular Tinder craze of the last few years... I've seen it ALL. I’ve met all kinds of women in a huge variety of settings with love on my mind (there may have been the occasional sway towards nightly passion versus wedding bells). I’ve used AOL, POF, OKQ, Match.com, Tinder, Bumble and Hinge. I want to believe I opened up J-date, may have created a profile on Thrinder (think me plus two women). I definitely have typed in and perused AshleyMadison.com (never joined thank god) and definitely may have responded to a few (HUGE CRINGE) Craigslist adds. To be fair we are all using these forums, and certainly not always for the same purpose. To be honest I wanted to find her… the one… my lady even though I may have checked out FF/M more than one lonely night. A guy has to dream right.
My digital dating has seen a fair share of ups and downs. I’ve walked out on dates, had dates slap me, all but propose to me and everything in between. I’ve run into my ex, fell in love and almost been arrested all from digital dating. I’ve opened my phone app to see my current fuck buddy’s add. One day... A Tuesday... I opened a app site and the first face I saw was an ex lover’s and her amazing add... I thought she had a boyfriend. I was elated to see her face. I could have called her but I swiped right and blam we were connected. Hours later she blocked or unfriended me on that app. Even funnier yet months later we reconnected and I snuck into her phone to and searched my name in her texts messages… I don't know why I did or what I thought I'd find. I found a text message to her friend where she told her friend she had swiped right to fuck with me in sort of a friendly but oh-so-not friendly way. I’ve asked thousands of questions, paid for hundreds of drinks and walked many miles with women, many of whom it would take more than a bottle of gin to be attracted to. I have sat across from women trying hard to find a way to make her the one even though I wasn’t wholeheartedly attracted. I would find myself saying to myself, she’s pretty enough, fun enough or has big enough tits. She may be a little this or that but we could make it work. Maybe I should just quit screwing around and make her the one.
Most of the dating has been with the best intentions: swipe right, chat a few days in short cryptic messages, agree to a beer or a walk in a busy public area and a hug good bye. Often we would agree to meet for a quick drink only to know ten seconds in she looks like the worst of her five pictures. A few times I may have been going on dates to get out of the house with no intention of ever making her my wife; but it felt good to have a beer with someone. In those few cases I got to practice my hand at seduction, work on my comedy routine and probe for a few fun facts I could use in my spank bank. More often than not I had met a new acquaintance who I could say was a great person but just not for me. I did meet a few new business connections, I did get a free coffee hookup, got a flight rescheduled and a free limo ride. Personally I have curiosities and mental stimulation needs so all the dating wasn’t necessarily worthless to meet a girl I didn’t think was going to be the one before we even met. Plus, I’m not good at being alone and may crave attention so… it works.
Over my blog we will cover the ridiculous, the monotony, the love, the sex and the do’s and don’ts. Should this become an introspective, psychotherapy, learning experience for myself prodded along one keystroke at a time I’ll be none the worse. Personally I'm a six foot, educated, athletic, extroverted guy in my thirties in Texas. So why am I still single? I wouldn’t say that there haven’t been chances. I’ve certainly dated enough to find one by now by most standards. So maybe I’m picky. Maybe I’m a lot to deal with. Certainly there are hundreds of other factors relegating me to have to keep swimming the ocean.
My digital dating has seen a fair share of ups and downs. I’ve walked out on dates, had dates slap me, all but propose to me and everything in between. I’ve run into my ex, fell in love and almost been arrested all from digital dating. I’ve opened my phone app to see my current fuck buddy’s add. One day... A Tuesday... I opened a app site and the first face I saw was an ex lover’s and her amazing add... I thought she had a boyfriend. I was elated to see her face. I could have called her but I swiped right and blam we were connected. Hours later she blocked or unfriended me on that app. Even funnier yet months later we reconnected and I snuck into her phone to and searched my name in her texts messages… I don't know why I did or what I thought I'd find. I found a text message to her friend where she told her friend she had swiped right to fuck with me in sort of a friendly but oh-so-not friendly way. I’ve asked thousands of questions, paid for hundreds of drinks and walked many miles with women, many of whom it would take more than a bottle of gin to be attracted to. I have sat across from women trying hard to find a way to make her the one even though I wasn’t wholeheartedly attracted. I would find myself saying to myself, she’s pretty enough, fun enough or has big enough tits. She may be a little this or that but we could make it work. Maybe I should just quit screwing around and make her the one.
Most of the dating has been with the best intentions: swipe right, chat a few days in short cryptic messages, agree to a beer or a walk in a busy public area and a hug good bye. Often we would agree to meet for a quick drink only to know ten seconds in she looks like the worst of her five pictures. A few times I may have been going on dates to get out of the house with no intention of ever making her my wife; but it felt good to have a beer with someone. In those few cases I got to practice my hand at seduction, work on my comedy routine and probe for a few fun facts I could use in my spank bank. More often than not I had met a new acquaintance who I could say was a great person but just not for me. I did meet a few new business connections, I did get a free coffee hookup, got a flight rescheduled and a free limo ride. Personally I have curiosities and mental stimulation needs so all the dating wasn’t necessarily worthless to meet a girl I didn’t think was going to be the one before we even met. Plus, I’m not good at being alone and may crave attention so… it works.
Over my blog we will cover the ridiculous, the monotony, the love, the sex and the do’s and don’ts. Should this become an introspective, psychotherapy, learning experience for myself prodded along one keystroke at a time I’ll be none the worse. Personally I'm a six foot, educated, athletic, extroverted guy in my thirties in Texas. So why am I still single? I wouldn’t say that there haven’t been chances. I’ve certainly dated enough to find one by now by most standards. So maybe I’m picky. Maybe I’m a lot to deal with. Certainly there are hundreds of other factors relegating me to have to keep swimming the ocean.