My post last night about whether I was ok with being single forever, should it happen, probably had a few of you thinking that I was being overly dramatic and I probably was. I didn’t intend it to be that way. There are a couple of reasons I’ve been in a bit of a funk about men and relationships lately. There have been a few guys that I’ve been on a date with that have recently changed their status on facebook to in a relationship and one guy that I caught up with not much more than 18 months ago who was bemoaning life as a single man in Sydney is now married to a New Yorker. There are also acquaintances that were in the same boat as me who are now part of the smug couple brigade and you start to wonder what’s wrong with you.
Advice from friends doesn’t help either. One of my dearest friends can’t relate at all to my lack of confidence or my struggles with men. He finds himself in long term relationships as easily as a drunk uncle in an awkward situation. He was telling me to get off grindr and meet people in the real world. I don’t use the apps. I have them but so many guys are cheating on boyfriends or are wired and looking for sex off their head that I just don’t bother.
Another friend told me to go out and just get laid. To take myself off to a sauna or something and to be honest, sex and a bit of physical touch would do wonders for me at the moment. There’s an article going around the internet that says a hug or a cuddle actually helps destroy depression because of the chemicals released. I need that touch. I’ve said before that I’m a very tactile person and I haven’t had a full body cuddle in so long that I can’t remember. So that is where my man blues are coming from at the moment. They’ll pass. They always do.