It’s been a slow year for me.
This is the least active I have been in the dating world since I graduated from high school 9 years ago, but this isn’t necessarily a bad thing. This year, I have been more focused on myself more intensely than ever. I’ve been writing more than I ever have (blogaboutdating.com, clintville chronicles, junkylocker), routinely working out, and I’ve gotten back to videography all while working 60-hour workweeks. And you know what? I’m hardly ever exhausted because everything I do is dedicated to feeding my passions. So while it appears that I’m working incessantly, I’m actually engaging my hobbies and thus feeding my soul.
However, a man has needs.
I’ve been in somewhat of a dry spell, but that’s not for lack of trying. With Spring in full fling (rhyme intended), it’s time to jump back into the dating game and explore my options while hormones are high. With that being said, I want to discuss a couple concepts: fear and practicing “game”.
Anyone who knows me understands that I’ve always been somewhat of a ladies’ man. I usually have no problem dating and I always seem to have my share of options. But recently, I’ve found that my results have been suffering and my confidence has been slowly dwindling. With the #metoo shenanigans going on, it’s been quite intimidating as a man looking to date. I don’t believe I am alone when I say that this whole movement has made it scary for straight men to express their desires in pursuing women.
Along with the #metoo movement threatening my masculinity, I also had to face the fact that 90 percent of the women I meet and interact with are at my workplace. So, not only did I have to worry about possibly catching a sexual harassment charge for expressing my heterosexuality, I also had to worry about maintaining a constant air of professionalism.
In the past, there have been multiple occasions when I’ve asked women out at work. In the beginning, I figured that I should go for it despite the circumstances of being on the clock. Now, I understand that it’s more important to keep things professional so I don’t run the risk of losing business for my employers by scaring off women.
Then I realized something: I was living in fear.
The #metoo movement involves men who abuse their power and perverts who don’t know how to talk to and deal with women. I’m nothing like those monsters, so I have nothing to worry about. I know that I’m a charming, compassionate human being so why should I be so fearful of catching a sexual harassment charge?
On the other hand, even though I will no longer ask women out at work (unless they are giving me clear signs to do so) I can still use these interactions as an opportunity for growth. During the days, I work in retail so I’m constantly surrounded by women. At nights, I work at a gym so I’m surrounded by women there as well. I’m grateful to work these jobs because they provide me with so many opportunities to interact with countless women!
Lately, I’ve been not only engaging in fun conversations with beautiful women but I’ve been working on flirting. I’m able to easily find the balance and read signs in order to tell when a woman is not interested. What I’ve learned is that women WANT to be desired but not pressured or made uncomfortable. Just like any other skill, flirting and being charming with women is a skill that has to be practiced. As a result, my confidence is probably now as high as its ever been. I’m looking forward to the Spring and Summer; I’m hopeful that I can turn this dry spell around and make this a year to remember.
So, gentlemen, I’ll leave you with this message: Don’t let fear run your life. You’re good enough, smart enough, and good looking enough to attract the woman you deserve. Use your everyday interactions with women to have fun conversations and don’t be afraid to practice flirting. This will not only boost your confidence, but the woman’s confidence as well since it makes her feel desirable and attractive. The more you practice, the more dating opportunities will open up for you and the more prepared you will be when you finally meet a woman who knocks your socks off.