More Optimism on Dating

Dating is hard work, or maybe I’m just too lazy to do it with any enthusiasm. The lack of chemistry that does not translate over the high speed connection of your internet becomes apparent in the first five minutes of your first date. And of course without chemistry, you’re on just another date from hell, wondering why you put yourself through this unpleasant regimen. After a couple of hours of feigning interest in each other it’s suitable to just put a proper and swift end to it. No apologies, no lies about getting together again real soon, just hey, thanks, bye bye. On the lead up to the last couple of dates I’ve been on I was realistic and kept my expectations at pretty much nil. Good thing, because nil is just about the sum total of them both added up together. Don’t get me wrong, they weren’t a total waste of time. I certainly viewed a clearer vision of what I don’t want in life or in a relationship. But the question remains, why bother? Is it our never ending optimism of thinking that everyone deserves or at least hopes for true love? No matter how many times your hopes may be dashed, you eventually pick yourself up, dust yourself off and once again enter the fray. Are we all just too damn picky or realistic as we age? Where we used to just go with our wild abandon, now we calculate and speculate and hypothesize as to what the “down the road” picture will look like, take a good honest look and decide that for our own well being, we’d better not take that road after all. I see men everywhere, some of them are surely single and some of them look back as we make eye contact and smile, but I’ll never meet them, we’re just strangers connecting for a split second, ships passing in the night.