Lessons learnt from dating

I don’t know what I’m doing, maybe I’m being a Rupi Kaur wannabe by writing from my life experiences, so here we go…

The first guy (J) taught me to listen to my gut. If he ghosts you every weekend for 2 months and sends a ‘good morning’ message every Monday and makes out you’re the issue – run. Stop questioning yourself. You’re far too experienced with narcissists to be dealing with another.

The second guy (M) taught me that love bombing is real. But the connect isn’t. Don’t be fooled so easily the next time you talk to a guy for hours on the phone. This guy taught me to be cautious and probably made me put my walls up a bit too high.

The third guy (M) taught me the meaning of ghosting, a few times. M seemed nice, he was nice – probably is still nice and genuine, but taught me to run from emotionally unavailability. Thanks to him, I did research and learn a lot about attachment styles, and why we were definitely not compatible. He made me realise what I do and don’t need in a relationship.

The fourth guy (O) taught me the meaning of an awkward date with no spark. He was sweet enough, though.

The fifth guy (A). Now, he had potential. He liked me for me. He found me funny. I found him funny. We got along extremely well. (A) taught me that – even if you hit it off in person – you’ve got to stick to your non-negotiables. One of mine being a good communicator whether in person or over the phone.

The sixth guy (J) taught me that the world is your oyster after a break up. Solo travel trips, learning a new hobby, exploring more of your home country. You know when you can just tell that someone is a good soul? J is that. He inspired me to give myself a kick up the arse and focus on finding myself again, and learning more about me; what I love, and what hobbies and interests I want to try or get back into.

For now, I’m going to stay off the dating apps and focus on getting to a place where I’m comfortable within my own company. Maybe do something by myself once a month like going to the cinema or to a restaurant. Challenge myself to get comfortable with the uncomfortable.

That’s all for tonight folks. I hope someone – perhaps just one person from this entire planet – finds this a little relatable…or at least finds some enjoyment at my expense!