I’ve been through the dating cycle so many times.
You swipe. You date. You juggle a bunch of women. Trying to keep options open while determining who the best one to settle with is.
Eventually you find one where you realize she’s a babe, but maybe not perfect, but you gotta pull the trigger.
The love and romance is there. Hot sex. For months. Passion. Sensuality.
Then the honeymoon period begins to wind down.
You slowly realize this person is a lot of work. Not easy. Maybe they have emotional baggage. Maybe they’re mental. Maybe they’re high maintenance. Maybe they’re psychos.
After months. You ponder your options. You decide to just bounce. End it and ghost. Chalk it up to whatever.
Or you think that you’re 30 something and you don’t wanna get back into the cycle, the grass is never greener. You’ve already invested x time so let’s try to overcome the issues and make it work.
A year or two or three later.
You’re fuckin pullin your hair out trying to maintain a relationship that, if you stopped and paused and asked yourself, is just fuckin miserable.
So one day you just stop giving a fuck.
Then the relationship just stops working. There are no fucks to give.
Then your single. But alone. Craving companionship.
You get back on the dating apps. Then you begin the cycle again.
This was my entire 20’s
William Dare 