Let’s talk more about dating in the Year of Everything Sucks, 2026. I’m only being slightly facetious, but, let’s just say that I’m about getting some because the world is on fire and we make not make it to 2030. If the world is going to end, I would like to at least get laid one more time on so I can go out with a smile on my face.
Side note: I just did spent an hour having to deal with a frustrating issue of my own making (tech issue). It’s something that I had a hard time finding an answer to, even though I didn’t think it would be that difficult. It was a pretty straightforward mess (again, of my own making), and I could not imagine that I was the only person to have issues with it.
Here’s the thing about tech issues, though. If you know what the problem is and have a shrewd idea of how to go about solving it, finding the particular solution is easy. The problem I had should have been easy to find a solution to because I could describe it succinctly. I even had an idea of what I had to do to fix it, but I could not find the specific way of doing so.
I even called my brother (apologizing because it was late for him), but he was going to bed so he did not have access to his computer. He told me what I needed to find (which was what I thought I needed to do, just not sure where to find it specifically).
In the end, I was able to clear up the mistake (I think), but then had to do something completely different to get back to what I had originally. That took me over an hour total, and it was so frustrating. Tech is great! Until it’s not.
Actually, this all started because I was trying to log into OKCupid (which is relevant to today’s post). I could not get in, so I cleared the cache in order to see if that was the problem. No, it wasn’t. That led to my bad choice that led to me wasting an hour of my life looking for a solution.
Ahem. I found out that if you don’t use your profile in OKCupid in two years, they get rid of it. That’s why I could not sign in. I started signing up for another profile, but then I just got tired. That’s how I often get when it comes to things like that. I am super low-energy, especially when it comes to doing things I consider distasteful. Making a dating profile falls under that category.
Anyway! Back to my sleeping hapbits. I do not like cuddling as I sleep, and I’m very self-conscious about how loudly I snore. I finished the last post by talking about that very topic, so let’s keep going.
I did not mind touching my partner’s shoulder as he fell asleep, but I will admit I was counting the seconds until I could roll over. I think If I ever steadily dated someone again, I would kick them out of bed a few hours after sex. In other words, I would not sleep with them because it’s just so uncomfortable. I am painfully aware of the other person and how close they are to me. Why are they breathing like that and my god can they stop touching me?
I was too painfully aware that another being was in my bed, and I did not like it at all. Weirdly, I was fine with sleeping next to a friend. I don’t know what said about me, but there you have it. also,when there’s no touching at all, that’s fine with me, too.
I would love to have sex again, but I’m not sure I’m cut out for it. I have mostly shut myself off from the outer world because there is so much that can do me harm. I’ve always been in a battle against nature, and it’s only gotten worse since my medical crisis. Is it because I was in a soft lockdown during the pandemic? It might be.
At this rate, though, I stay as far away as possible from nature.
Back to dating. I am not confident about my dating skills. I never have been, but I’m even less so now. I can small talk, yes, but it’s not something I enjoy doing. I really preferred when I made it to the stage where I could just lounge about in my sweats or shorts with my partner and not have to worry about dazzling them.
I didn’t mind dressing up now and again to go on a date, but for the most part, I’d rather just chill in my comfies. In fact, these days, I live in shorts/sweats and tanks/t-shirts/sweatshirts almost exclusively. I have no interest in fashion or clothing–in fact, the less clothing I have to wear, the better.
Look. I’m a simple person. I’m just looking for sex right now. If I set up an OKCupid Profile, I just want to find someone(s) I can call at three in the morning for that infamous booty call. Not really, though. I am not sponatneous like that. If someone called me and wanted to have a booty call? Yeah, I’m down with it. As long as I don’t have to drive. Would I actually Lyft for booty? Yes, yes I would.
I don’t need to be wined and/or dined. I am very easy. In addition, I always chuckled when bi people made a big deal of saying how just because they were bi, that didn’t mean they nailed anyone who moved (were a slut). “Just because I’m bisexaul, it doesn’t mean I’ll sleep with anyone!” I have a bi friend who is also ENM, and we like to joke that we’re bi in part because we are sluts. Why wouldn’t we want to expand our dating perspectives?
It’s a joke that isn’t really a joke. What I mean is that I’m not bi in order to be a slut (or vice-versa), but it doesn’t hurt. I thoroughly enjoysex, and I see it as a way to connect that isn’t necessary related to love. It can be, but it doesn’t have to be. I’m better at sex than I am at love, and it’s something I’ve had many interesting discussions about.
It’s fascinating to me to talk to people who are very adamant that sex has to be connected to love and that you can only love one person at a time. I’m not against it for other people because again, you do you. I just know it’s not for me.