Dating. A necessary evil if you're seeking companionship. Completely optional if you're not. Being a single male in the Pacific Northwest, I am on the dating scene therefore seeking companionship.
So evil.
At times it gives you elation. Other times it's frustration. It can be humbling. It can be introspective if a lesson can be learned. All I've learned is that it's about much fun as brushing your teeth with steel wool. Slightly amusing but mostly painful!
And then... add in the Seattle Freeze. Before you nay-sayers start commenting how it's not real, and all in my head, ask yourself - have you ever looked for it or do you blithely ignore the observation?
It's real, and defined. Don't believe me? Read the following - http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Seattle%20Freeze
Still think I'm full of bullshit? Here you go: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seattle_Freeze
Here's the coup de grace... The Seattle Times Newspaper has a magazine titled, Pacific Northwest. They dedicated an ENTIRE ARTICLE ABOUT IT! http://seattletimes.com/pacificnw/2005/0213/cover.html
Of course, the ones you want, they don't want you and vice versa. So why do I bother, you ask? Re-read the first couple of sentences. You really don't know me if you're asking. Despite the Seattle Freeze, and the passive-aggressive culture of dating, I still keep digging.
At first my approach was reserved. I'm painfully aware of my energetic personality can be "too much" for a first date. That I should "at least hide the crazy past the appetizers". For years, online I would do this. Wow, wildly successful.
Not so much.
I changed my approach based on those failures. I'll be myself but with filters. That was my Tabula Rasa Day IV declaration - to join a paid, online dating website. The free websites are meat markets! YIKES!
... and for a minute, I actually was successful! Yet, still nothing of substance. GGGRRR! All the while, I'm left wondering what the hell is the issue? Or worse yet, issues?
The answer of course is, yes. Yes, I'm good enough for all of that. In fact, I received that feedback from the dates themselves.
"You're a great guy."
"So energetic."
"Wow, you are like your photos."
Yet... no substance. Insert eyeroll here. The more I looked around and thought, "Wow. She's pretty, and funny. I should talk to her." But I don't. In my mind, I've already decided that she's got a husband / fiancée / boyfriend / a friend that's pining away for her in the FriendZone. The cynicism seeping into my soul.
My reaction? To remove the filters, and continue to be myself. My friends joke, even on FB comments, "And you wonder why you're single."
As a matter of fact, I don't need to wonder! It didn't matter in the first damn place!! UGH! I recently arrived to the conclusion that it's not me.
It's them.
And yes, the following will alienate / put on blast / sound narcissistic, egotistical and arrogant, and frankly my dear, I don't give a damn!
That... I'm awesome. I have yet to meet a female on the planet that is awesome as I am. So I'll just be single and be in my awesomeness.
Dating. Like I said, evil. It's made me evil like this. This has been your C Note.
'los
So evil.
At times it gives you elation. Other times it's frustration. It can be humbling. It can be introspective if a lesson can be learned. All I've learned is that it's about much fun as brushing your teeth with steel wool. Slightly amusing but mostly painful!
And then... add in the Seattle Freeze. Before you nay-sayers start commenting how it's not real, and all in my head, ask yourself - have you ever looked for it or do you blithely ignore the observation?
It's real, and defined. Don't believe me? Read the following - http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Seattle%20Freeze
Still think I'm full of bullshit? Here you go: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seattle_Freeze
Here's the coup de grace... The Seattle Times Newspaper has a magazine titled, Pacific Northwest. They dedicated an ENTIRE ARTICLE ABOUT IT! http://seattletimes.com/pacificnw/2005/0213/cover.html
Of course, the ones you want, they don't want you and vice versa. So why do I bother, you ask? Re-read the first couple of sentences. You really don't know me if you're asking. Despite the Seattle Freeze, and the passive-aggressive culture of dating, I still keep digging.
At first my approach was reserved. I'm painfully aware of my energetic personality can be "too much" for a first date. That I should "at least hide the crazy past the appetizers". For years, online I would do this. Wow, wildly successful.
Not so much.
I changed my approach based on those failures. I'll be myself but with filters. That was my Tabula Rasa Day IV declaration - to join a paid, online dating website. The free websites are meat markets! YIKES!
... and for a minute, I actually was successful! Yet, still nothing of substance. GGGRRR! All the while, I'm left wondering what the hell is the issue? Or worse yet, issues?
- Am I good looking enough to date; check. I'm not Channing Tatum, but I could hold my own.
- Am I intelligent enough to date; check. My IQ is above a room temperature.
- Am I funny enough to date; check. While I'm no Adam Sandler I do have my own material beyond the plagiarized quotes from movies, songs, and TV shows.
- Am I... and so on and so forth.
The answer of course is, yes. Yes, I'm good enough for all of that. In fact, I received that feedback from the dates themselves.
"You're a great guy."
"So energetic."
"Wow, you are like your photos."
Yet... no substance. Insert eyeroll here. The more I looked around and thought, "Wow. She's pretty, and funny. I should talk to her." But I don't. In my mind, I've already decided that she's got a husband / fiancée / boyfriend / a friend that's pining away for her in the FriendZone. The cynicism seeping into my soul.
My reaction? To remove the filters, and continue to be myself. My friends joke, even on FB comments, "And you wonder why you're single."
As a matter of fact, I don't need to wonder! It didn't matter in the first damn place!! UGH! I recently arrived to the conclusion that it's not me.
It's them.
And yes, the following will alienate / put on blast / sound narcissistic, egotistical and arrogant, and frankly my dear, I don't give a damn!
That... I'm awesome. I have yet to meet a female on the planet that is awesome as I am. So I'll just be single and be in my awesomeness.
Dating. Like I said, evil. It's made me evil like this. This has been your C Note.
'los
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