Dating fish in more plenty sea
I did get asked out on one date, but the man who asked suddenly developed a busy schedule when I was actually available- as if he’d just been saying he wanted to go out on a date but didn’t actually want to go out on a date.To make matters worse, he did his best to try to determine if he would get laid if he did meet me. It was exhausting and discouraging, and it depleted my energy.We have healthy boundaries, and we don’t shy away from frank communication.
But instead of meeting another human who’s real, we meet just another person whose only idea of communication involves sending an old dick pic or asking us about our bedroom technique.I have to admit that it was disconcerting to realize that most of the men in my interactions still treat women like we’re here for their amusement rather than coming at us like fellow human beings and trying to make a real connection. Instead, what passes as dating now is when you download an app, swipe right on dozens of pretty faces, engage in meaningless chitchat ranging from small talk to heavy innuendo, exchange numbers, get your first dick pic, do a little sexting, and then meet for a random hookup. We’re not writing handwritten love notes when we can just send a text with all of the handy emojis. We’re honest on our dating profiles- with our photos and our lives.We show up looking for chemistry and connection, and whether we’re looking for a sexual connection or true dating, we’re honest about that, too.I don’t want to be added to the second string while you work your way down the line.I’m not the kind of woman to be benched and sit and wait patiently while you do your thing.