Dear Diary - 10.03.17



Dear Diary,

Guys suck; at least in 2017, they do. 

I feel like things would have been so different if I were 29, 10 years ago. 

When it comes to love, I don't compete. Who knows if that's a good or bad thing, I just don't. It's not my nature. If it's meant to be, it shouldn't be forced. 

I don't get jealous in relationships either. I think attraction, sexual or otherwise, is normal, natural, and healthy. It's what you do with that attraction that can be potentially unscrupulous. 

That being said, recently, my ego has gone on a bit of a trip. It seems that nowadays I have to put in a lot more effort than my usual when getting to know a potential mate, and the shift seems unbalanced. 

Guys don't chase anymore. There's no need. Their interest levels barely peak when meeting new girls. I can't blame them either. Tinder, Bumble, Instagram, etc, have brought the search to just one instantaneous swipe, or "like" away.

Online situation-ship shopping with relatively quick delivery. The perfect one-stop shop. If you don't like how one looks, or the description doesn't fit, move on! You can easily find another. Or pick up two! See which one fits better, and return the other. No love lost. 

Needless to say, the era of instant gratification is officially upon us. 

How can I tell a guy, no, or to slow down, when there are at least 2 other girls lined up behind me waiting in the shadows like vultures with a yes?? 

No. I haven't placed myself on a pedestal; just in a different lane. 

Some like to take the highway, it's fast and efficient with much less stops and interruptions. 

Some, like myself, prefer taking the residential roads so as to get a clearer picture of the complex fabric, and beauty of a city.


Get it?

I want to take my time, I want to be able to make love. From Scratch. Intentionally. With substance. And soul. I want all the feels. And I'd like to take my time doing so. 

However,  somewhere along the adventures of the last decade or so, society has shifted from us taking our time, to rushing through a lot of the intricacies in life. Precious moments barely matter anymore. We don't slow down enough to notice them. 

We seem to have lost much depth and breadth when it comes to the getting to the roots of intimacy, relationships, and love.

There is no bitterness in my heart, I'm more perplexed than anything. I'm still learning, and I'm still happily single. Equally, no one has yet to peak my interest levels either. But when he does, we'll be sure to take our time. 


Until next time my friend,