To Date or Not To Date?
I'm contemplating the horrors and joy of dating apps.... For the first time
Hello you darling miscreants, gormandizers, and mad scientists,
I’ve been thinking about online dating.
Maybe it’s just called dating now, but you get the idea. Download an app, set up a profile, cruise profiles, try to chat, set up a date, and then smash bits.
Or something like that.
Dating as a married, bisexual, ethically (at least mostly) non-monogamous person is challenging. Sure, there are some folks who just want to get fingered with your wedding ring on, but there are a thousand other complications that can make it fraught with tension.
And while I normally love tension, I haven’t made the leap into actually asking anyone to meet up.
I’m equally afraid of someone liking me as I am of someone not liking me. In fact, the second one is fairly simple. They don't like me, so I move on. The first one? That requires something else entirely.
But sitting around daydreaming about it is fun.
I miss flirting and I miss first kisses. I miss that lingering tension that comes from wondering where things might go, and I miss undressing someone for the first time as we reflect each other’s beauty in our eyes.
A long slow make-out session that leaves me wanting more sounds ideal right about now.
I’ll let you know if I decide to dive in and test the waters.
And I’ll definitely let you know if instead of making a solid date through some mysterious app, I end up making out with someone cute in the back of the bar because we both ended up there on a Tuesday night and one of us needed to be reminded what desire looks like on someone else’s face.
I hope you have good weekends, get into plenty of trouble, and generally misbehave.
Happy Halloween you spooky pervs and frightening fairies.
Love you,
