Why I Don't Believe in "The One"
Back in the day when I didn’t know the difference between fake and genuine interest, I thought that one day I would find someone who would deal with my weird but gorgeous self. I was under the impression that I was too much for the masses and that one day my weirdo equal would present themselves to me (in what manner was anyone’s guess) and we’d live a life full of adventures. Past me was right about most of the type of person I would be with, but the number was way off. One has never been enough for me. It doesn’t even feel right to have only one chip.
Non-Monogamy & Money
If you’re not on a budget, depending on your financial literacy, this can be very hard to handle. When you don’t have financial structures for your own money, it’ll be difficult to include others. You might look at your paycheck with pride and joy until you realize you have 3 consecutive dates that could put you in the red. There have been times when I wanted to jump into the arms of my partner until I checked my balance and noticed I couldn’t afford the Uber to their house. Being non-monogamous sometimes means knowing when you can’t afford to be with the ones you like.
How NOT to Get My Number
But you know what tap dances on my last nerve with those people? They don’t read profiles, bios nor suggestions. Basically they lack the ability to read the damn room. I didn’t send for you and you have the nerve to not even read the sections that could potentially help you go on a date?! For example, on a few of my dating profiles I’ve listed a few of my hobbies and questions someone could ask when sending me a message. How often do you think people really utilize those words? If you guessed less than 20%, you are correct!
What I Wish I Knew About Dating
I knew it was going to involve playing some games and maybe getting hurt from time to time, but nothing has really prepared me for the reality the dating world would show me. It’s not quite a lawless place but it can feel like standing in the middle of a dumpster fire. It doesn’t start out with our bodies engulfed in smelly flames and most times we don’t realize we’ve climbed into a dumpster in the first place. But it’s a rite of passage. We have to come out at least singed and smelling like a shower will be our best friend for a couple hours.
I Am Poly
When I started dating others, I didn't know I was poly yet. There was no frame of reference for the emotions that would take over my life when changing relationship styles. When interacting with new potential suitors I would simply say "I can do what I want" while knowing how far I wanted to go with them. It didn't capture all the nuances of my open relationship but who has time to explain in a nightclub?