Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down, and I’d like to take a minute just sit right there, I’ll tell you how I became the price of a dating scene that ain’t fare...
I’m cursed? or jinxed?...or both? When it comes to specific dates on the calendar, namely birthdays, Valentine’s Day, Christmas Day, New Years Day, etc (you get the picture) I’m always Mawashi-geri’d back to Singledom, KAPOW! WHACK! BOSH! With nothing to do but pick my teeth up off the floor.
So, the morning after the night before licking my wounds from Valentine’s 2021, I woke to the epiphany that I was going to document my dating experiences for the whole world to share and enjoy. What a thought. Not only my upcoming experiences, but previous experiences so that you can get a full picture of why I am the way I am. I guess I’m giving myself the chance to say the things I never got to say to those who left too soon, or maybe not soon enough, ha! Welcome to the trials and tribulation of dating...as a gay man (in your best John Reilly’s Mum impression from The Catherine Tate Show).
I’ve never blogged about anything before. Sitting here in my light grey shorts, white t-shirt, and black socks, I feel Carrie Bradshaw-esque (would you believe me if I told you I had to Google Carrie Bradshaw?) I actually thought Carrie Bradshaw’s name was Carrie Fisher. It turns out, Carrie Fisher is the American actress and writer who played Princess Leia in the Star Wars films, who knew? Not me, obvs!
I’m not a blogger, or a writer, or great at spelling (thank you Spellcheck), or great at grammar. Apparently I'm not great at communicating either but we’ll get to that momentarily. I’m literally making this blogging business up as I go along so please, bare with and if you have any hints or tips, drop me a message. So far, I find it exciting, fun, and eager to see what happens...3, 2, 1, I’m back in the room. I've always had the imagination of a dreamer.
We’ve all said it at one stage or another in our lives when a sequence of events happens to us that beggars belief (steady, this is a PG certificate show, until later on) “I could write a book”. Whether to ourselves, our friends, family, Mr/Mrs Miggins waiting for the Number 1 bus. If not, why not...Imposter syndrome mostly but lets not go down that rabbit hole.
I don't have a Degree, Masters, or PHD in English. I have a High School education of Scottish Standard Grades (English ranked at a grade 3 - average. I think my use of Latin in my exam shunted my grade up). What I do have that will help me do this is a shit tonne of experiences, stories, and battle scars from my dating car crashes.
I hope this blog provides you with entertainment, as a pass time whilst having some down time, as a warm blanket to coorie up with when alone, or as a connection to something you felt only happened to you.
Throw on your comfies, get comfortable, grab whichever snacks you fancy, and lets do this! x