point two: about the chances i get to meet males. i believe it’s important to be in charge of your life and your future. so, proactive me that i’m being, i’ve tried online dating (as i’ve said before, it’s a dark place, that brings up a dozen new issues, so let’s not go there now), i’ve been match made (or not really “made” but rather “tried”) the odd time and i’ve tried to simply beam my 10 thousand mega watt smile at random, male passers by on the public transport. it’s not really efficient, no. i’ve tried to mingle more, but since i’m not really a ‘clubbing’ or going out person, and since college days are – sadly (whining) – over, i simply struggle with the quantity of contacts with potential males. read: i hardly get to know boys. and how should i? i mean my myriad hobbies and passions (sourcing food, processing food, taking pictures of food, writing about food) aren’t exactly social. so problem number one lies in the quantity of contacts. problem number two is the quality (i can see you all frown in sympathy). but let me tell you i think i’m really open here. about the type of guy that i like, i mean.
so, i’ve decided to attack point three instead: my ignorance regarding the male species. after (almost) two decades of being interested in and dating men, i really have to admit that i probably haven’t got a clue what makes them tick, what makes them fall in love and what makes them choose a girl for life. if anything, i’ve grown more and more confused about the matter, to the point where i simply refused to try and understand them (sorry, boys, i’ve kinda given up on you as a species, but, hang in there!).