The Work First, Fun Later 30-Something Guys
I’ve noticed a new kind of man. He opens with transformation stories of how he was XYZ and uses that to excuse his lack of effort. I call BS on these guys.
I’ve noticed a new kind of man. He opens with transformation stories of how he was XYZ and uses that to excuse his lack of effort. I call BS on these guys.
I’ve returned to thinking about men and romantic relationships after a nearly two year hiatus. There was just so much going on with other things, health, work and family that my inclinations had all but dried up. I had to shore up my emotional reserves and that meant going into battery saver mode. The easiest thing to stop, the first non essential thing was seeking men to date.
We’ve spoken. You’ve looked at me and I, at you. You probably thought of me later.
I went for a swim and then I went on a date.
There’s a certain kind of man who gets off on sad women. It’s an entire trope – The Depressed/Tortured/Troubled/Damsel-in-distress that the guy ‘rescues’ with minimal emotional investment by clowning around. He is not a Manic Pixie Dream Guy. No, the original in that trope is not a person and only…
I’m going to treat every meeting like it is a date. Here’s what it means. Here’s why I mean it. A date.
This is a writing experiment. The model in the featured image is my friend Anmol Karnik.
Eye contact. All the things it holds.
Ever meet someone you’ve felt inexorably drawn to? Have you ever been spellbound?
Do you remember your last kiss? Everyone remembers their first. But kisses lose significance as we get older.