I haven’t written for a long time for a few reasons. I moved. I turned 30 (with an accompanying party which caused 98% of attendees to black out at some point). I wrapped up a life goal with my work, one that consumed my life for the last five months. I spent some time in jail (not really, but I did date a sober girl, so that’s essentially much the same thing.) However, the easiest and simplest explanation is I have total apathy towards dating and women. It’s a feeling that’s lingered for months and writing a dating blog is remarkably hard when you’re entirely uninspired by the subject matter.
My general disinterest stems from one thing: I feel like I only meet disposable women. Perhaps it’s my industry; perhaps it’s the social circles I’m so deeply engrained in; perhaps it’s merely that as I’m growing up, my emphasis on what I value is changing. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. What I do know is that all these girls are interchangeable. Sure, there’s a different backdrop of a venue for these blasé encounters to occur in, and obviously the women vary themselves – in race, height, weight – but I feel like I’m having the same banal, rote conversation time and again.