Steve is my new dating wingman, and he is a No Drama Llama.
Steve is here to help me sort through the drama (bullshit) some women insist on bringing into every conversation.
Steve would like to remind you of a couple of important things:
1) Daniel has a simple system in place to ensure he’s meeting with quality women, AND, not wasting his, or her, time.
2) Criteria to meet is there for a reason; if it’s not clearly met, Daniel moves on.
3) Daniel no longer gives a shit if you call him names, or otherwise make your ignorance known. You, too, are an adult, and if you wish to throw a tantrum, well, so be it.
The oxymoron of dating here is girls saying, “But I want to get to know you!” while refusing to spend any time with me. What, are you going to interrogate me until I crack and spill all my secrets?
I’m very fond of my dog, I like my beer cold and my steak medium rare. There, now you know all my secrets.
When you’re ready to get to know me, show me. Poser.
In light of a recent post, someone brought to my attention that I cannot complain about being lonely while ignoring my dating profiles, so…. I concede, and I will pay a *little* attention to my dating profiles.
I have zero expectations of meeting a great woman here, and I have no intention of spending much time searching, but i’ll allow that anything is possible, and perhaps there’s a good woman who isn’t a complete bitch that would enjoy joining me on some of my adventures.
Have you ever noticed that the people who complain about boring conversation, or demand that you be able to ‘carry on a conversation’, are the same people who are so fucking boring? They ask the most boring questions, they ask questions already answered in my profile, they ask questions that lead to dead ends, or they ask questions that are discussion questions (which should be asked in person, not over text).
Good grief man (or woman), get your shit together and stop being the cause of the thing you’re bitching about!
As I reflect on the past week I find myself more often passing on opportunities, citing several reasons that all fall into the category of, “Not worth the drama”, and it’s become more common for me to do so, which bothers me.
I see myself as being open-minded, an explorer, and someone who makes the best of the situation they’re in, so seeing my results of passing on potential dates because of the potential for drama bothers me, and causes me to wonder what’s going on. I’m seeing a large amount of this behavior here in Atlanta, and my overall view of this city so far is that people are angry, and quick to get aggressive when anything is out of their ‘norm’, which is really annoying. Atlanta is also the city where I’ve had the worst dating/personal experience I think I’ve ever had, so I wonder how much that skews my view, too.
So here I am, 17 months after the back injury catastrophe, still sputtering along, still dealing with issue after issue, and i’m sure that plays into the mindset as well, but the question remains, ‘how much?’. How much of my distaste for dating is this city, how much is that last personal experience, and how much is from me ‘treading water’ for so long? The saddest part for me is that, I just realized there’s so little ‘good’ in my life right now, so little that buoys me, that uplifts me, that lets me just ‘be’ in life. Everywhere I go it seems there’s some issue, some concern, some drama, and being in that constant emotional struggle is really exhausting. It becomes even more annoying for me when I look back at times in my life when I worked 60-90 hours a week, sometimes 7 days a week, for weeks, even months on end, and I was able to handle that without much more than a long nap on my day off, but now I feel stuck working overtime with the mental and emotional toil of dealing with drama and anger and blame seemingly everywhere I go; it’s exhausting.
Sometimes I wonder how many potential relationships never came about because I simply unmatched at the sight of drama; I also wonder how many lost out on me because they chose drama instead of conversation?
I don’t like small talk, for the sole reason that it’s pointless. Why bother?
Now, Harvard has determined that it’s useless, too.
So my last ‘relationship’ was a complete clusterfuck, but I learned an awful lot of important lessons. By far the worst relationship i’ve ever had, possibly the worst experience with another person i’ve ever had, but I survived, and now I can relate to the song, “Fighter”.
The feeling of empowerment I gained from that is both amazing and heart-breaking; amazing because I never knew I was that emotionally strong, and heart-breaking because it’s opened my eyes to the pain and suffering other people have gone through to get to a similar place.
No matter what happens in life, you just have to keep moving forward, even if it’s just one little step at a time.