At Year’s End

As 2010 comes to a close, Blackcatloner reflects on the year that was and finds time to bash Justin Beiber.

Restless

Have you ever had the suspicion that you are feeling restless because you are not getting what you want or you’re not getting what you want fast enough? Well, I get that way pretty much all the time, especially when it comes to trying to get a date and it has led to some endless lonely nights and it has been like that ever since my school days.

Of course, for someone in my position, a guy who cannot drive and works a shift that doesn’t really permit him to have a relationship or even go out on one date, it can be very excruciating. And let’s face it. I am not getting any younger. I am 29 years old, which is not a very good age for a guy to have never been out on a date.

Before the Internet came around, it used to be easy for a guy to get a girl to go out with him. Now it is much harder than ever and I am living proof of that. If the Internet did not exist, there would be a very good chance that I would be spending the rest of my life alone, and that is not very tempting.

There have been times that I came close to getting someone. Of course I mentioned the time that I almost went to the prom in my freshman year. There was one before that. It happened when I was in seventh grade when I almost went to a school dance (just a regular dance, nothing formal) with a girl in my class. Unfortunately, she was sick and ended up not going. I ended up going alone. Then, towards the end of my trip to Puerto Rico during my “historic” junior year, I met a girl who was on vacation in Puerto Rico and was also from the States. I got her address and everything, but I never heard from her again.

There is just so many to name but it is probably too complicated to list them all. Then I found out that things were even more complicated than they were in high school in that respect. At one point, I considered giving up trying. That was my New Year’s resolution for 2002, and it was one I managed to keep for about two or three years. Until then, I had discovered the Internet and email. I had been on a couple of dating sites, including of course Myspace, and I found out that women are more willing to talk to me online than they do offline.

I guess that my restlessness can also be blamed on the era we live in, where everyone is either online or on their cell phones text-messaging. But as the old saying goes: “You have to do what works for you.” And I am doing that.