There’s never a shortage of shitty encounters when you’re single and playing the field. I find the biggest recurring obstacles I face are women who’s assumptions are fact, melodrama and those who think they are God’s gift.
My most recent incident was a woman who is the embodiment of all 3. While hat tricks are a good thing in sport, talk about super fucking annoying in this case.
It pisses me off that I liked her. We had fun talking, but like my previous relationship, I was dealing with someones inability to behave like a regular person eroding the friendship we had developed in the days that passed.
What I feel is missing from a lot of people’s game is the capacity to operate as an individual. Which brings me to another issue that keeps rearing its head.
While I’m over here plodding along as a happily single man, there are more and more women who really don’t give a shit about that. I’ve had someone get pissed off at me for not wanting to deviate from my decision to stay single for her. Consider this was the day after we met and you’ll get an idea of the disconnect in some peoples brains when they engage with someone new.
I can’t be mad at Rihanna for not wanting to date me. I mean I am, but I don’t hold it against her or give her a hard time about it.
If you are as wonderful as you say you are then you shouldn’t bat an eyelid at my passing on the chance of being with you. I just can’t undermine myself in that way.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve met truly wonderful women too who add value to my daily life. The laughs, the smiles, opening up to someone. There are girls I chat to who I don’t think realise how much I value their involvement in my life.
Not everyone is trying to bully their way into my life.
I’m first to admit that I make bad decisions when it comes to girls. Seems as though I keep meeting the guilt-trip army. Last night I ended a conversation because I was tired of being insulted for no reason and she follows up her Goodnight with “Have a nice life”, so I deleted her number only to get another message asking whether I’d just done so. Seriously?
One of my favourite things about my life now is that I don’t have to take shit from anyone…ever….no matter what they say. There’s no invisible gun to my head forcing me to speak to you. If your behaviour is unbecoming then hasta la vista. That shit doesn’t float here.
Girls also like to assume that I’m this enormous poon hound and they straight up tell me this without the slightest concern for whether its true or how it would make me feel. I’m Hank Moody in their eyes.
The dating landscape has definitely changed, but with what I’ve been experiencing this year, I am inclined to believe that there were always girls like this. They just made an effort to hide the ugliness about themselves.
But if TV personalities are free to act like a bag full of dicks, why shouldn’t they?
I’m taking a hiatus from Tinder because for the moment I’ve had my fill of what’s on there. I get paid to take shit with a smile at work and when I dated a year ago I was getting laid for the crap I put up with.
As for the who I’ve been meeting of late, there are no points for sticking around while you guilt, insult and false advertise what is your perceived awesomeness.
The more time I spend on my own, the more the notion of staying that way is reinforced and I’m not even a bit sad about it…..I’m happy.
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