1) I actually like online dating (this should not be news to anyone who’s read this blog more than 2 or 3 times). I think it’s an easy way to meet new guys. I don’t think it’s stressful, nor do I feel my self-esteem being battered away by the constant rejection, blah blah blah.
If a guy likes my profile and wants to write to me, cool. If I like him back, cool. We’ll meet and if we like each other then we’ll go out again. It’s not that complicated.
2) I haven’t actually been on a date with anyone new (Sunday Boy and the FB don’t count) in almost 2 months. This is because I’m currently undateable. Undateable meaning that I’m overwhelmed with some of the things going on in my life and so too stressed out for dating. What things you ask? Well, I’m trying to move which is turning out to be way more complicated than I thought it would be, it was just the anniversary of my mom’s passing which brought up all kinds of unresolved family stuff, and I’m up to my eyeballs in work projects.
3) I’m pretty ambivalent about the no dating thing. I kinda miss it, but I know it’s what I should/shouldn’t be doing right now.
All that said, I’d like to share a funny little email exchange I had recently. It seems that all of my online dating has, and I’m not sure I understand this because it’s just not the way I think, built up in me a surplus of masculine energy. I’m emanating masculine energy which is actually repelling men from me. Because, I guess, I’m making an effort to meet a guy. Which is not something women should do (we’ll skip the fact that the vast majority of the guys I meet online contact me, and I pretty much insist on the guy – ALWAYS – being the one who asks for the first and second date because I don’t believe in chasing men). Just the fact that I’m out there, online, making an effort has shifted my energy. And so I must, according to this wise person, stop all online dating for at least six months and let my energy return to its normal feminine sphere. Or something like that.
And then men will come to me. Because my energy will be appropriately feminine.
OK, beyond the fact that I don’t really understand all of this energy stuff (I’m somewhat allergic to the new-ageyness of it) I’m pretty sure that this is funny. I’m always getting random advice from people who don’t know shit about me and, hey, I can’t complain because I’m putting my stories out here. Sometimes the random advice is good, sometimes it’s insulting and sometimes it’s funny. I’m pretty sure this qualifies as funny.
Tags: advice, change, second date, work