We’re now up to date with my mission (yes, we’re now in real time!) to find a meaningful connection with a member of the opposite sex. I went on Date number eight, with a match who I’ve been speaking to for the past few months. After months of trading voice notes and flirty messages, I gave him a one time only deal to meet with me. Sounds brutal, but we’ve been dancing around meeting up for months. I told him I chase once and only once, so if he’d like to meet me, then now was his chance.
We went for a walk at a country park and he picked me up from my apartment. I don’t usually allow this of dates, as I don’t want them to know where I live. Like putting your seatbelt on in a car, it’s all about safety first! As we’ve been speaking so long, it feels as if I already know him well.
He is my type. Looks wise and personality. We get on so well. He’s everything I usually look for in a man. Kind, funny, witty and chatty…BUT…I just don’t know! If I could create anyone who would be an ideal match for me, it would be him. But I felt that there was something missing. Maybe because this is the type of guy I ALWAYS go for? Maybe I’m looking for something different? Maybe this is a slow burner with getting that ‘spark’?
We talked for hours and have so many things in common. I could see in his eyes the way he looked at me, he’s wanting to progress things. We kissed, but I didn’t feel the earth move. In previous relationships, that first kiss has got me going, my heart racing and feeling a little dizzy. It wasn’t a bad kiss. Maybe a bit too much lizard tongue for my liking though! He’s not got a Greek God physique like Daddy or as intellectual as PSB and I know I shouldn’t compare. These are men, not Primark jeans, but I can’t help it.
Sitting here, balls deep in my ribs and wings combo, ignoring the pinging of my phone telling me of yet more Tinder messages to respond to, I feel tired. Not just because I’ve been chasing crickets and batting off flies all afternoon.
Is there such a thing as Dating Fatigue? I haven’t met as many men (so far!) as other women do in their quest for love, but I’m finding it draining. Over the course of the last six months, it’s just felt never ending. Maybe this is why I haven’t felt an instant spark with Mr Usual Type (UT) because I’m bloody knackered with it all. Have I got Dating Fatigue? I suppose if you play any game long enough, it gets exhausting and boring. This must be applicable to dating too.
Maybe I’ve fallen into that Tinder trap of too many options? Always looking out for something more due to there always being something more at just a simple swipe.
We live in a disposable society. Our jeans are ripped, we throw them away. You get bored of your sofa, you just buy a new one. Maybe this applies to dating too? Apps like Tinder have perhaps helped this apply to relationships. You feel as if you can always upgrade or replace if something doesn’t take your fancy or needs a bit of TLC. Rather than working at building a better connection or addressing an issue, we just swipe right, dispose of the last one and move onto the next. Dating has become disposable. Perhaps this is why we often treat others so badly on dating apps. We see others as commodities.
I just want to clarify – despite how this ridiculously long post reads and the fact I’m gorging on a meat feast fit for King Henry VIII, I’m neither drunk nor high.