Maybe I Can Actually Deal With Rejection

So one of the reasons why I’m still single at 45 years old is that I’ve never really been able to deal with rejection.

Probably part of the reason I’m still at M&S after 6+ years, is that I don’t feel like handling the rejection of not being successful in an interview.

Also why unemployment was utterly miserable – the constant rejection and all those times I (allegedly) finished runner-up in the interview process.

And, of course, all that swiping for nothing other than the pleasure of seeing pictures of occasionally hot women.

Enter my new teeth.

Having Another Go

I’m actually happy with my life, and not sure how I could fit a girlfriend in.

Yet I do see other people that look even happier than me, in relationships, when a partner seems to complete them, so I do wonder if I’m missing out on something – hence why I’ve decided to give dating another crack.

That and getting my new teeth means I pretty much have no excuses now – I do have my career sorted, I’m no longer obese, I have nice teeth, I no longer live in a rat-infested shithole with someone telling me to turn the music down. I probably am actually dateable.

Because I pretty much follow my set of annual goals in terms of what to do with my life, I set myself a goal of spending £100 on dating this year. Which means if I continued to get no matches, then as long as I’d spent money on the apps, then I could achieve my goal.

Alas, got matches.

OMG.

Dates

So the first young lady I had a date with was super attractive – like way out of my league both looks and status-wise.

We had a really good chat for hours, she was into politics even more than me, and I would have had a second date, but she “didn’t feel a spark” though was very lovely about it. Cannot say I did either, but if “sparks” are going to happen, do they always appear on a first date?

And this is where I’m then supposed to buy a bottle of vodka, some drugs and a load of doughnuts. Yet I didn’t. I just went for a longer walk in the evening after the notification on Breeze. And drank less at the next weekend then normal.

Maybe I can actually deal with rejection, finally?

Next young woman, also cute though a couple of odd things about her. She said she’d like to meet me again as we parted, I mumbled something in agreement, then afterwards when I was home, I thought I should be clearer, so messaged her, she said “fantastic, here’s my number”. I gave her mine, and she said, “well if you expect me to be the man, I’ll pass”. Eh?

Again. Not bothered. Bizarre turn, but all good.

I’ve just noticed I have another match…I guess I should find something dumb to say to introduce myself, and there is nothing on her profile other than pretty pictures.