Tales Of A Serial Singleton
5″11 male with dark brown hair. Groomed. “GSOH”. Looking for friendship and love. Apply within.
I’m turning 29 this year, I have a good job, live in a nice enough flat in Zone 1 and I’m not too unattractive. Or so I believe. Why am I single?
I wouldn’t say I’m a nice guy, but I’ve certainly outgrown any “bad boy” tendencies I may have slipped into. If I can self-label, I’m a good guy. I am as intense as I am laid back and have my own hair (with approximately eight rogue grey ones). I like to eat out well as much as I endeavour to cook an array of dishes at home. I’m a fan of good wine, long walks, contemporary art and culture. I have all my own teeth, no fillings. I ask again: why am I single?
I have a degree, I like animals, and enjoy a good movie. I dress well, at least if you’re to believe men’s lifestyle magazines, anyway. I like exploring and dancing. One final, self-indulgent time: why am I single?
Like many men in a big, hustling city, single life can be as lonely as it is exciting. In a town where you seldom see the same person thrice, ambiguity and infidelity are rife. For those fresh to London and motivated to dip in to the life of late nights and one night stands: go for it. I’ve been there, as a I presume most of you have, but now, as I edge closer to the big three-oh, I’m over it. And for the swelling hoardes of men like me — the army of us looking for something more meaningful — the capital is a lonely place.
I’ve lived in London for the past six years. I’ve been generally single in that time, with the occasional peppering of fleeting relationships lasting less than a few months. I’ve signed up to countless dating sites, trundled off on myriad blind dates and attempted the good old fashioned practice of courting. I’ve found myself flitting between several schools of thought in this time. Do you go on lots of dates with different girls (law of averages?) or do you concentrate on building something special with the first girl you meet? I’m still striving to discover the formula.
You may have gathered from the above statements that yes, I am still without partner. And whilst I’m still not entirely sure why I’m yet to stumble across my soulmate, I’m determined to maintain my search. And document it for you lot.
I can’t claim to know the dating 101 but I do intend to share my leanings, experiences, and hopes right here. You can comment, you can critique, you can even live vicariously if you so wish. Just know that I’ll be unflinchingly exploring the brilliant, painful, heat-wrenching and utterly wonderful journey of finding a girlfriend in its entirety.
So, do come back next week if you can stand to listen to wibbling on about my experiences. It’s a date.