Post isnât entirely serious just a strange encounter with relationships.
In a moment of humility or I guess narcissism depending on how you see i had to make a very strange and bold choice.
Iâve reached a point in my twenties where people are âmatch-makingâ me. For context to say I have a very tumultuous time with relationships would be an understatement. Particularly for reasons of dating in my age bracket is absolutely terrible since it boils down to really shallow people with unrealistic standards, the âcasual nothing serious encounterâ, or just straight love bombing then promptly get cold feet soon after.
Because if this Iâve kinda become weary with the whole dating game. Self admittedly using glorified meat market apps such as Tinder or Bumble our absolutely terrible and shouldnât be used to base oneâs worth and value since most of the time they base it on that first picture.
So to say Iâve been navigating relationships, finding love, etc would be accurate in a way. Iâm at a crossroads now where if it happens it happens. Wonât force it to come my way⌠my time will come.
This brings me back to people being Match-Maker. Recently Iâve been being âshippedâ with a woman who I have never met and this person doing the âshippingâ knows this woman through affiliation that being her older sister. I was able to see a picture of her too. Natural red hair, fair skin, thin, photographer who lack of a better way to put it takes the world by their bootstraps and lives a more active life than me.
Beautiful, but I mean it with the purest of intentions.
Well turns out one of my Best Friends who rides motorcycles is now affiliated with the Match Makerâs sister and by extension the red headed photographer.
Me seeing the way things are it was a little too close to home at this point and i didnât wanna get involved with one of my best friends passions through inadvertent affiliation or simply put it worlds colliding. Itâs his passion and hobby and I wouldnât wanna ruin it for him.
So I preemptively took charge of a situation before the Match Maker could toss any names or ideas around and reached out to the photographer explaining everything I mentioned above pertaining to lifestyle differences, my friendship with my friend and his hobby, and just how someone is trying to play Cupid.
In a way I self sabotaged and was honest when I did it. Emphasizing how they lead an entirely more interesting life and how Iâm comfortable being a home body who loves to be around his niece and intentionally drives a beat up 05 outback. And to simply put it wouldnât wanna hold them back if my name came around. Just two different people in too widely different ponds.
So yea, I havenât told the person playing Match Maker I did this. In the end part of me did out of respect for my friends passion and of course so this photographer woman could hopefully find the right person who can be more active and engage in that life of hers.