Leggo My Ego
May30

Leggo My Ego

I’m learning more about myself than when the distraction of another relationship is present. As far as dating goes, history proves I’m not very good at it. The desire for a relationship is stronger than having the patience necessary to find the right person. So, as a result, I jump from relationship to relationship, with an average length of about a year. I’m growing weary of this pattern, becoming hardened within, and it’s beginning...

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48 Hours of Online Dating
May24

48 Hours of Online Dating

I signed up for online dating again after a two-year hiatus and roughly 48 hours later, I was pressing cancel and delete before my thumbs caught an STD. The amount of boobs displayed would put a Ron Jeremy video to shame. It’s not for me. The flipside is I’ve heard success stories of wonderful connections, flights that would have otherwise been missed if it wasn’t for online dating. My problem is an unwillingness to sift through the...

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Am I Being Too Picky?
Jan08

Am I Being Too Picky?

I’m normally a relationship guy. My two prior relationships lasted a combined total of 36 months, minus the 3-month break in one of them. The funny thing about breaking up is time, and how much of it becomes available instantly. It feels like I’m skinny dipping, swimming faster than Michael Phelps even with my gargantuan amounts of body hair. My typical reaction would be to change my relationship status, reach out to the friends I...

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My Love-Hate With Online Dating
Sep06

My Love-Hate With Online Dating

I contacted my friend Carla, owner of Huckleberry Market on California’s central coast. I needed a quote on roses. I inquired, “How much does 10 dozen roses cost? I don’t need a vase, only stems. And can this easily be carried?” She replied, “You will look like you’re carrying a rose garden and it would be $648 with tax.” That’s the cost of The Girlfriend Experience; 120 roses. Online...

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It’s Not You, It’s Me
Sep18

It’s Not You, It’s Me

As of September 21, 2013, my 32nd birthday, I will be giving myself the gift of good riddance and removing myself from Match.com.  This chapter of my dating experience ends prematurely, as my subscription doesn’t expire until October 31st, but I’ve been spooked enough already.  My mom told me, before this all began, that I’d need to kiss a few frogs to find her.  I like kissing; who doesn’t?  I think it comes down to me being afraid...

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