The fear of dating rejection…

I wrote yesterday about how I’ve not had a date in a couple months, mostly because I moved to a new city. But that’s not the only reason. For the longest time (going all the way back to my teens), I had a huge fear of rejection. So truth be told, I would only ask out a girl after I already knew she was interested. There’s still a fear of rejection even in that situation (and there were some rejections, too, after I misread their level of interest!).

In my thirties and forties I have become a little less fearful. I’m not saying I’ve turned into a love machine or anything, but I’ve [learned, or learned to care less] which helps in the whole fear of rejection thing.

Honestly, I can’t think of any opportunities I’ve recently had to ask a woman out since, but I’m a little more aware of those opportunities now… especially since the older I get, the fewer and more far between the chances are.

All of this still comes with a side note: I’m happy as an unmarried man. I have my little home, my dogs, and a sense of contentment that brings me happiness. There are a lot of nice things about not being attached (don’t let anyone tell you otherwise), but I know being partnered up is nice, too (don’t let anyone tell you otherwise).

And now another side note: as soon as I take a chance (20 seconds of bravery as it’s put in “We Bought A Zoo”) and ask a woman out, I will write about it… whether the outcome is positive or negative. And really, the worst that can happen is she says no and I keep on living my life without her, the way it’s been already.

Thanks for checking out my blog today!

-Out of the Wilderness