There’s a comedy show called “Story Party”. The concept is that two story tellers share entertaining dating stories and even invite volunteers from the audience to tell their stories. Since the show was passing by in Brussels and it lies in my field of interest, I couldn’t not go. Man, I laughed my ass off. It was quite amusing. They are really good in what they are doing.
One story was about the hardships of being single. Such as family and friends constantly asking if Mr./Mrs. Right has arrived yet or not. When the answer is negative, it usually ends with a pity reply à la “Ooh, don’t worry. There’s enough fish in the sea. Just focus on yourself and it will come by.”. Usually this crap comes out of the mouth of people who haven’t been active on the dating scene since the time people looked up to the Belgian King.
The last couple of weeks, I followed the popular advice of living my life, doing my hobbies and the like. So far, no chick has rang my doorbell while reading my pile of books at home, suprisingly. I did not see any female below 50 years old (let alone single and juicy) when I attended seminars on stock investing. It also appears I’m consistently the youngest (at least 20 years of difference, no kidding) and only non-white person in the room. Maybe during sports? Yes, the thai boxing gym is the perfect place to improve my roundhouse kicks ánd to hit (on) sweaty guys. I also registered for a couple of whisky tastings. Probably the most feminine thing I’ll encounter there is the cherry flavored whisky.
Do you remember the annoying paperclip in Microsoft Word? Well, imagine it popped up now unsolicited, like it always does, and said in a patronising high-pitched voice “Hey, you should then find activities that involve more women.”. No shit, Sherlock. I could join yoga or salsa classes. I could go out multiple times a week and mass approach girls. I could pay a professional photographer to get me some quality pictures to pimp my online dating profile. It would certainly add a lot more blog posts in the “Dates” category. But will this bring me real fulfillment? I guess the answer lies somewhere in the middle of my sense of entitlement and the reality of life.
Opportunites don’t just come knocking at your door. Let it be for work, let it be for finding like-minded people, it takes deliberate effort. If you live in a shitty village, your options are limited. Either you move or you settle for bread crumbs, or a croissant if you’re lucky. If people like bread products, that’s also fine, and you then also need to take the risk of a 6.9% chance of incest coming to fruition. Of course, there are success stories where everything smoothly and beautifully fell into place like the last piece of a puzzle. But that is just a classic example of survivorship bias. However, I know Kenny Bossier succeeded. He’s a hero, let’s be like Kenny.
Btw, the name of the most hated paperclip in the world is “Clippy”.
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