I have been dating for the past six months, and for the first time in my life, I feel like I can say that I’m enjoying the process.
To be sure: there have been some highs and lows in those short six months.
I’ve used World War II analogies to describe the beaches of men I’ve seen.
But I’ve also had some wonderfully sweet, tender moments, great orgasms, lips on the ankles with fingers in mouths moments. I’ve been lavished with the attention that I deserve and crave in real earnest.
As Christmas and New Year’s approached, I met and started to feel differently about one of them almost immediately, and it startled me. I became incredibly anxious overnight. I felt the rumble of insecurity from deep within me, like an irregular heartbeat. Raised, steeped in it as I was, I have done so much work to rise out of that headspace and find myself as a person, yet there is ever more work to be done; it’s no surprise that it reared up and I didn’t recognize the signs as they were happening, I could only observe and articulate them aloud. I expressed my surprise to several friends, using the term “dicknotized” far more frequently than I care to remember now.
I knew it was happening, but I didn’t have a toolkit built to keep myself from spiralling when a man I was way too thirsty for came my way. It’s too bad – he was cute. But I forgive myself for not having one of those. I didn’t really know I needed one, but I do.
Regardless, I do find I’m honing in on something. He might drive a truck.
Strong. Masculine. Clever. Hardworking. A problem-solver. Ambitious. A good kisser.
There – get through those hedges, boys, and you can take me out of the castle.
I asked Bing to create an image of the Huntsman from Red Riding Hood. This is the prompt I gave:
Of the four images she produced, this Huntsman is my favourite. Maybe it’s silly for me to use Bing like a magic mirror to draw men, but I actually think it’s fun, and smart. What I seek is much more than an avatar, and he could look entirely different from what Bing created, but the essence must still be there.
I’m looking for a Huntsman. Nothing short of this will suffice. Why? I think the character embodies all of those qualities I listed above. He slays murderous, rapacious wolves. I want a partner that offers a sense of security to me that says no harm will come to you now. I’m here to protect you. Your days of wandering the woods alone are over. If he can’t offer that to me, I don’t want it.
I got spooked because I met someone who had those qualities. He even ordered a drink called the Huntsman on our first date. But it’s a tenuous thing, new relationships. Most of them fizzle before they really get going anyway, so I shouldn’t be surprised he’s ghosted me after three dates. No one is perfect, not even Huntsmen.
I’ll keep pursuing men in the meantime. You never know when the next potential hunter comes out of the ether. He’s not the first, nor will he be the last. I’ve grown comfortable with the process of moving on past the rejection. Although it hurts in the short term, it does fade, and I like sifting through the experience to pull the lessons out. This one was particularly illuminating and fun. He was really into 🍍 and now I can’t look at them the same way again. At least for a little while.