Despite being overwhelming busy between work and volunteering, I’ve actually gone on a few dates recently. Single doesn’t mean I’m not trying, right?
I met this person through a social networking site, we e-mailed back and forth for a while, and then finally met in person this past weekend. Some of you caught that I said “person” rather than “girl.” And some of you are thinking, “Aren’t you gay?” No, actually, I’m queer. Which generally means I’m dating other women, but in reality I’m attracted to fellow queers and genderqueers. So this person is a transguy. And boy is he ever cute!
Anyhow, we had a really lovely first date. Lots of strolling around down town and talking, stopped in at the LGBTQ film festival, and had some fantastic conversations. I guess he liked me, too, ’cause we’re still talking! A few days ago we were chatting online and he asked me the dreaded question…
“So why are you single, anyway?”
Oh god. He’s looking for something. He thinks I’m great, but I’m single, so there MUST be something wrong with me– right? RIGHT? OK… BREATHE.
The truth is, I don’t know. I’ve asked myself that same question approximately a hundred million times, to date. And I don’t have an answer. I have a lot of good qualities– I’m smart, funny, affectionate, compassionate, patient, spontaneous and curious, to name a few. I do have some theories about my singledom, though:
- That I’m queer rather than feminine, and a lot of people don’t know what to do with this.
- That I’m fat, and fat people are highly stigmatized in our society since we like to conflate it with health and self-control.
- That I’m shy, and less likely to make the first move unless our chemistry is such that I’m the more dominant partner.
- That I work… A LOT, and have less time (and money, ironically) to go out than I would like in an ideal world.
- I’m often attracted to narcissists. No joke. And co-narcissism does not make for a strong foundation to a fulfilling, long-term relationship.
- I don’t date arbitrarily. I’ve recently discovered this is called being a “quirkyalone.” What it means, basically, is that I’m not going to ask out someone I don’t already like. I won’t ask out a complete stranger, or go to bars to pick up people. I want to get to know you at least a little first.
- I lack confidence. I do. I’ve worked on this a lot through the years and I’m more confident than I’ve ever been, but it’s still not where I
wantneed it to be.
I told him some combination of the above. I hope he’s not looking for that something “wrong” with me. I’m quirky as all hell, but I don’t think that’s necessarily a bad thing. I’ve never been called “boring,” for what it’s worth!
Anyhow… I’ll have to let you know how it goes. We did have a second date last night. It ended with some delicious kisses, and now I can’t stop thinking about his soft lips. There is, naturally, a catch: He’s poly, and I’m not. So we’ll see how it all plays out.