A few weeks ago I was determined to delete my profile on this website I use to meet people. I had felt worn down from how tedious it had become. The same conversations, the same laziness from other people in their messaging. The same expectations from others. That we’d meet up for a social thing first and then the next time we’d see each other it would be for the sex.
I wasn’t having any conversations that excited me, I wasn’t finding people there that excited me. It all felt like a slow and steady grind. Nothing about it was bringing me joy. So I told a few people that I’d be leaving. One sent over their details to talk on another platform and the others gave me a cheery ‘take care, bye’ which told me everything I needed to know about my decision.
A friend did ask me my reason for leaving and I gave a version of the above. He asked what I’d do instead. And I said I wanted to do cute things with others. And I don’t think there’s an end to the list of cute things that are possible. But I want to do them.
I want to go on long dog walks with someone. I want to cuddle on the sofa and share our favourite cheesy films. I want to go to book events or art exhibitions, or just hang out laughing somewhere. I want to go to theme parks or museums. I’d love to play board games with someone. Or go to karaoke. I saw someone online that said she does Errand Dates where instead of going out for a drink or a meal, they get together and do the weekly food shop or go get their tyres changed and I love that idea. I love the idea of having company in my life.
I think it speaks to my loneliness that I don’t have people in my life to go to poetry readings with me or to take the tour of Highgate Cemetery that I’ve wanted to do for years and have never done. And I want to do those things.