We all have our moments where we question our dating successes and failures. They are usually just that, a series of events that lead to some success or failure. While my dating life, overall, is a mixture of successes and failures, during my the periods where women weren’t responding to me, I began to ask, “what’s wrong with me?” By asking this question, I was ignoring the successes I’ve had, the lessons learned to build upon. Maybe the real answer to the question has nothing to do with me, but with women.
We all pass up opportunities, especially when it comes to dating. I’m not going to suggest that every woman I’ve dated has missed out on their best opportunity by by not seeking a relationship with me. That would be egotistical. I would be ignoring the flaws I have and would suggest that I’m the best choice for every woman in the world. It’s not the truth. There is a possibility that I’m not the best fit for the women I’ve dated in the past.
However, I do believe that women are often seeking cookie cutter men, instead of men right for them. There is a difference. [Read The Rest Of This Entry]
Single City Guy was an idea rattling in my head for a few months. I set up the domain, e-mail addresses, even a WordPress account and left it to simmer. My single life has been a long string of crazy and interesting stories shared with close friends over drinks. Many of these tales I was afraid and ashamed to admit. I was frustrated by being single in New York City, it’s really hard to talk to friends (who don’t care about being single or happily with someone) about the craziness that goes on in my single life. Sometimes I feel as if I’m preaching to the choir, other times sympathizers, but more often than not on deaf ears. I love my friends, but we share tales to get it off our chest and chuckle over what happened during drinks. Afterwards I go home frustrated, alone and wanting to scream at the top of my lungs at the fate that was handed to me. A fucked up singles life.
