Happy six year anniversary to my blog! I can’t believe it’s been that long, and I’ve certainly come a long way. I seemed to have caught the tail end of the craze though, because it’s a lot harder to find dating blogs on here nowadays. It’s a shame that many of the ones I started with are no longer around. One by one my favorite bloggers fell by the wayside as they found significant others, or at least better things to do with their time.
I’ve considered shuttering this blog too. The month after I lost my virginity, my views went down by half and have continued their decline. At my peak I received 3,000 to 4,000 views a month and an inquiry from a Washington Post reporter. A slow day would garner 100 views, a new post would bring 200+. Now a new post won’t even crack 100, even though I have more followers than ever. I guess my journey is not as interesting ever since the climax. However, I do enjoy writing and interacting with my fellow WordPressers, so I’m sticking around.
Bumble is sticking around too. I’m on the verge of deleting it for the 20th time, though. I don’t know why I keep trying, but until I have more luck meeting people the old-fashioned way it’s better than nothing. I received a shit ton of matches from my recent trips into the city, but I’ve been eliminating them left and right: Minimal and mediocre conversation? Shitty availability? Using the app to promote their Instagram or music and bartending gigs? Undercover single mothers? Goodbye.
Then I had another one of those 1 in 100 conversations. Finally someone else that matched me in goofiness and witty banter, whom I really seemed to click with. And then it all went to shit. Everything was fine until she added me on Instagram and I scrolled through her old posts. All I did was swipe with my finger for a minute or two to get to the end and texted her: “I see you were into fitness coaching back in the day?”
“Whoa, you went through my old posts??” she said. Uh, yeah. So what? Who doesn’t do that when they add someone? Was I using Instagram wrong? It really weirded her out though. I didn’t even like or comment on any posts, I simply asked a question. What’s more, she had texted me a pic of her messy kitchen (due to party prep), and I had zoomed in on the background and commented on a wall decoration. That didn’t sit right with her either – that I was looking in the background of her photos.
Add to that me playing the piano and not eating seafood, and it was too many red flags for her. And just like that I was back to square one. Just as well – if that’s her bar for weirdness then we were in for a rough ride. But it amazes me sometimes – I hear so many women airing laundry lists of serious grievances about their men, yet they still date them. Meanwhile, I’m put through the meat grinder for the silliest, nitpickiest little shit.
In some ways I feel like I’m still in the same spot as when I started this blog. Yes, I’ve finally swiped the V-card. However I’m still yearning to put at least one long-term adult relationship under my belt. And I’m going be 35 this year. Once again I wonder why it hasn’t happened yet and why it’s so frustratingly hard for me. And I feel like I have a lot to offer the right person.
I have a job, a car, my own place. I can cook and would love to do so for someone. I’m cultivating hobbies and a social life. I can communicate, as well as respond in a timely fashion. I’m honest and open about my feelings. I do my best to get to know the other person. I’d be a supportive partner. I’m not argumentative but I’m no pushover either. When it comes to the bedroom not only do I have good stamina but I’m eager to please, ready to learn, and open to trying new things. I know how to have a good time and plan fun activities. I like to think I’m funny. I even think I’m somewhat good looking.
Of course there’s always room for self-improvement and I’m always looking for ways to do so. But I feel like there’s more working in my favor than against. I just don’t seem to have that elusive “it” factor yet. I don’t know. In the meantime I’m going to do my best to meet people and keep putting my best foot forward. We’ll see what happens.