Do you feel this way too? – Dating Apps of 2025 –

I updated my one-liner dating profile. It was almost a deliberate act of defiance a few months ago that I stripped down to one of the basic “I like stuff, do you like stuff?” Fact files. But writing profiles is something I’m good at, so the idea of ​​unplugging and letting myself get bored was strange, to say the least.

But I took another look at it this morning. Everything is new and everything is fine. My sense of humor and my big fat brain showed. I’m very interested in this. We’ll see what happens.

Updating your profile is a bit like getting a new tattoo, don’t you think? Either you were drunk, stupid, and ready to leave, so you updated it to some kind of “look at me, mom” tough guy thing, or you were lonely, bored, and needed something to do to pretend you had a life, so you updated it it, or you’re really happy with how things are going, but you suddenly The thought that the only thing sweeter than the sweet way things are going right now is to have that warm body lying there like a cat in bed next to you with the morning sun streaming in through the blinds showing the underbelly of trust and romance, just Before a hearty breakfast and an endless pot of coffee. Yes, that would be just right.

(I’m the kind of person who focuses on a perfect time in my life and commemorates it with a tattoo. I don’t have a tattoo. I want one and thought this birthday might be a good time to start one – to commemorate this part of my life. In Before I allowed myself to pay homage to a perfect time in my life with a drawing, I needed to achieve a specific goal ).

For now though, I’ll content myself with updating my profile. This is a sign of optimism. This is a sign that it’s time to take a chance and let someone in again. It’s like sometimes we have to heal to a certain point before we’re willing to risk getting hurt again. Last fall I thought I was ready for a relationship, but then life threw me a few twists. I started a sexting relationship, and when it ended, I was cyberstalked for 3.5 years, and I hadn’t had sex for seven years… Oh, and writing became a full-time job, and marketing was a pain. Ass…, other pleasures flowed out of the pipes.

I found myself searching for love, hoping for a relationship that could play Sparkle’s role and fix me in all my broken, shattered glory. This is a bad thing for me because I know if everything goes south I’ll have to replace the whole damn compass again. I’m just not ready to be resilient in love as I have to be resilient in so many other places in life.

Sometimes we have to make choices about where we are willing to be vulnerable, just as we have to know when vulnerability is a luxury we cannot afford in the battles we fight every day. For me, life over the past year has been mostly about daily battles. Share that? I don’t think so.

The trouble I and many others have is that it’s hard to continue to believe that being alone and being comforted isn’t some kind of character flaw. However, this may be an excuse. This may be an excuse to avoid the challenges of your social life. It’s easy to convince yourself that silence is a great companion. After all, who could argue? Dealing with people can be difficult at times and a balance must be found.

I’m a Libra. Balance is my pursuit in life. The problem is, every time I find it, I have to rock the boat. It’s like discovering that a) floating in a dinghy on a small lake in blissful sunshine is awesome, but b) it does get fun when a gust of wind blows and everything is up for grabs again.

There was a time when I had many friends. I got into a bad relationship, isolated myself from others (an early path to an abusive relationship), and began to distance myself from others. I picked myself up, started the Salty Vixen brand, and entered the dating app world. Still single after seven years. I did have a weird boyfriend last year, which I talked about on the podcast:

However, the other day I found myself thinking about another version of myself. I remember being in my late teens and early twenties when I was the “organizer” and “the buck stops here.” I always have crowds of 15 or 20 people coming out to movies, clubs, bonfires on the beach. I’m the one who says when to jump and how high to jump, and I love it. At some point, I started to believe that selfishness meant self-preservation, so I closed the door. One person hurts too many people. Crazy glued hearts tend to beat a little weaker.

I remember that personality from my past life – a larger-than-life, in-the-moment, super-electric being. I used to be somewhat attractive, but I never really believed I was who people thought I was. Even today, I have this sentence written on my bulletin board: “I must see myself as others see me.”

After all, isn’t this a huge challenge that we all face? Accepting the difference between how others see us and how we truly see ourselves?

I’ve been holding back a bit this weekend because I feel like today, for some strange reason, was the last of my sociopathic tendencies in a long time. Things are starting to bubble a little bit and I believe the girl I was is starting to merge with the woman I’m supposed to be, and I think that blend is going to be very dynamic.

Part of it is very simple: this is what I want to happen and this is what I intend to achieve. We are the masters of our destiny, aren’t we?

After all, the secret to online dating is the same as the secret to life… and the secret to underarm antiperspirant: Never let them see you sweat. Let them see only what you choose for them to see. Anyone who comes into your life only knows what you want them to do. Show them your best qualities, be the best person you know, and treat them the way you want them to be treated. How hard is that? Show confidence and charisma. Sell ​​yourself. Be positive.

We forget how easy it is to be a people pleaser. We forget how simple the adage “be yourself” really is. This is not “worrying about you”, nor is it “complaining about you”. When you feel comfortable, happy, and nothing is bothering you about your day, just be yourself. It is both listening and communicating. It’s remembering that “life” is a verb and “love” is a verb.

I’m talking about a good game, I know that, but now the idea of ​​boldly going out into the world and trying to make the same number of friends that I once had is almost a strange thought. But anyway, let’s try the old college thing. call.

Does 2025 mean love? Hahaha…I hope…at least my cyberstalker won’t let me go once and for all

Happy long weekend. I should have slept 12 more hours!