A connection.

It’s crazy when you have one. Two people who just click. It means you have a point of mutual understanding. You know when you’re talking a lot of shit, and there’s someone in front of you, it’s only the two of you, and they’re actually listening to you like they give a shit?

That’s a connection. It’s asking questions, it’s hearing the answers. It’s giving an F.
It’s not hard to do.

It’s the interest. At least in what’s coming next.

Understanding is what we as human beings long for.

We have for millennia.

It’s hard when you’re feeling lonely.
When we feel alone, with no one to look at us, hear us, hold us… it hurts.
We want to be held.

At least, that’s how women feel.

My single girlfriends tell me the dating pool in Brisbane is shocking.

They say it’s hard to meet men and when you do, when you think you’ve got a good thing going, they ghost you.

What’s up with that?

The problem with modern dating is that men and women are all hooked up to the same line, addicted to the online, but all with a different agenda. Someone is searching for something, while the other is searching for another.

Addicted to phone screens, evergrowing your following list, and swiping left/right.

My girlfriends have many horror stories.
And they’re not sixteen anymore. This shit shouldn’t keep happening.

I’ve got one friend whose boyfriend recently restricted her on social media so she wouldn’t see how many new girls he had followed. I’ve got another who had a good thing going with a “good guy”, one night later, he ghosted her. Now she’s traumatised.

Add one more girlfriend to the list: Ghosted.

Not to mention, the one woman I know with the most love to give, ready to settle down, really wants to get serious and start a family… Well, her walls are higher than anybody else I’ve ever met due to a few scarring first dates.

I am not exaggerating.

We add labels to everything, stereotypes to it all. Do the ones who are serious need to walk around with signs that say, “I’m looking for love, not just a good time”?

Yes, there is pleasure in instant connection. But can we truly connect through apps when we’re all connected to the same drip line?

It’s ridiculous, the options.
You can’t help but get sick of the ones who want all the options.

Are men and women really wired that differently?

How much more clear does one have to be?

Being direct can be great. It leaves you feeling a little less dizzy.

At least you know where you stand.

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Next time you meet someone, cut through the bullshit. Intensity is not a bad thing. Tell ’em: tell me a horror story, tell me your history. Learn to get vulnerable, can you get real?

Can you show me where you came from? Let me know why you’re like this.

At the very least, you’ll learn to be direct.